What's this about meeting his family?
Oh, right. Sharon Sinclair was his aunt.
The night wind rustled the leaves in the ornate courtyard. A few strands of hair brushed against Lianne's fair cheek as she stared at Seth Sinclair and asked, "Can't we do things like we did before?"
"I find you on the street every single time," Seth Sinclair said coolly, one hand stuffed in his pocket. "Who do you take me for?"
Lianne was suggesting they meet Sharon Sinclair as ordinary friends, but he was referring to how he kept finding her on the street.
'Then again, Imperia was a metropolis of twenty million people. The odds of him running into her every single time were indeed minuscule.'
An antique-style lantern hanging from the eaves swayed in the wind, its mottled light dancing across Seth Sinclair's broad frame. Lianne's gaze drifted from his eyes to his shoulders, then traced the sharp line of his Adam's apple and the smooth curve of his jaw before returning to his dark eyes.
