There was a faint, almost imperceptible current.
But it wasn't the same as when Seth Sinclair had held her hand in the elevator.
Like a newborn animal exploring a new world, Lianne Lianne pulled her hand from between Seth Sinclair's fingers, only to slide it back in again.
She repeated the motion, endlessly amused.
Lianne had grown up looking at the faces of Cameron Lianne and Ethan Sinclair, so her aesthetic standards were exceptionally high. Very few men could ever catch her eye.
Plenty of boys at school had confessed their feelings for her, but she never felt the slightest bit of interest.
For the past twenty-two years, Lianne's mind had been occupied only by her studies and the search for her mother. Her curiosity and desire to explore a man's body had been awakened by Seth Sinclair.
