With a cigarette dangling from his lips, Seth Sinclair squinted at her, a roguish grin on his face. "Who are you looking for, little junior?"
Lianne turned her head back and ignored him.
'An asshole is an asshole. It doesn't matter how handsome he is.'
But Seth Sinclair's smile was inscrutable. "Forgetting who your boyfriend is again?"
"I don't have a boyfriend." Lianne looked down, fiddling with her phone as she continued to type out a message.
Seth Sinclair's jaw tensed. His eyes narrowed on her. "So, you're ready to marry me, then?"
'For a normal person, going from "having a boyfriend" to "not having a boyfriend" means you broke up. But for him, if he's not your boyfriend, he must be your husband.'
'It was like he'd fallen for her and was never going to let go.'
Lianne didn't say anything. Talking to him was making her type things wrong, and she had to delete and retype them.
