Quinn Preston followed the sound with his eyes.
Seth Sinclair had woken up at some point and was now sitting in the Rosewood Rose Chair. He reached out, grabbed the pack of cigarettes from the table, and pulled one out.
Quinn Preston asked, "Who was it?"
The click and flare of a lighter sounded. Seth Sinclair tilted his head to light his cigarette, not even bothering to lift his gaze. His voice was slightly hoarse and lazy. "Lianne Lianne."
Quinn Preston's knuckles were white around the teapot as he lowered his eyes and poured two cups. "We just added each other. My 'little junior' hasn't said what it's about yet."
"Where did you get her contact information?"
"Sophie sent it to me." After a two-second pause, Quinn Preston glanced sideways at him and asked tentatively, "Want me to send it to you?"
Seth Sinclair let out an inscrutable grunt, as if his mood had suddenly been soured. He scoffed, "She's a mute. Boring."
