"Why do I always have to be the one to ask?" Lianne looked up at him. "Why can't you just tell me yourself?"
Seth Sinclair dipped his head slightly, the pad of his thumb stroking her soft lips. "What's that mouth for, then, if not for asking?"
Alright.
Lianne asked, just as he wished, "So, where did you go off spending money?"
"I went back to the military district."
"Did they lock you up and not let you contact me?"
Seth Sinclair huffed out a laugh, his hand roaming over her waistline through the satin fabric. "Go on, hold your grudge."
Lianne wanted to deny it, but then she reconsidered. 'It seems I do remember everything about him very clearly.' Her eyelashes fluttered, and she pressed her lips together uncomfortably.
Over the past ten years, there had been many times when Ethan Sinclair hadn't contacted her. Going a month or two without a word was a common occurrence, and she had never gotten angry.
Logically speaking, she shouldn't be holding this against Seth Sinclair.
