The man clearly hadn't expected her question. A flash of surprise crossed his handsome face, but it was gone in an instant.
His voice held a provocative edge. "So what kind of man *is* your type, Miss Yara? Is it the one who got you pregnant and had you get an abortion?"
Seraphina Quinn desperately wanted to throw her coffee right in his face.
She took a deep breath, forcing down the rage simmering within her. Then she smiled at him. "I'm afraid that has nothing to do with you, Fairchild..."
"How could it have nothing to do with me?"
"Miss Yara, you're a smart woman. Since you've already sensed my intentions, why don't we just lay our cards on the table?"
Seraphina Quinn's expression soured. "Fairchild, I've already told you, I'm not interested in you..."
"Funny, I'm not particularly interested in you yourself, Miss Yara."
"It's my son who's interested in you. So, for my son's sake, I'd like to give things a try with you..."
