"That into Silas Norwood?" Celia Sterling asked slowly.
Quinn Sinclair ranted, "Who isn't? Besides you, that is. You're really something else. You knocked the man off his pedestal, played with him until you got bored, and now you don't even appreciate him. Disappearing for months on end... it's a criminal waste! If you don't want him, all the other women in our circle are dying to love and dote on him for you. Behind your back, they're all gushing, 'Norwood, oh, Norwood'..."
"Say no more." Celia Sterling wasn't annoyed in the least. "Just give me a list of all the women who have their eyes on Silas Norwood. I'll have him pay each of them a personal visit and let them stare their fill."
Quinn Sinclair yelped, "Their fathers and brothers would skin them alive before Silas Norwood even made it to the door..."
