Seraphina Quinn was so furious she squeezed her eyes shut.
She balled her fists slightly and opened her eyes again.
Her gaze fell coldly on the indolent, self-satisfied Damian Fairchild, and she laughed in exasperation. "That depends on whether you have what it takes to make me *want* to go back with you."
Damian Fairchild withdrew his fingers from Seraphina Quinn's chin, an inscrutable smile on his face. "Mrs. Fairchild, do I look like the kind of man who fights a battle he isn't prepared for?"
Seraphina Quinn's eyes reddened with anger, and she was too incensed to speak.
Taking in the hesitation on her face, Damian Fairchild added, "Mrs. Fairchild, a single thought of yours could truly change the fate of many people. Think it over carefully. Do you want to come home with me or not?"
Damian Fairchild straightened up and turned to leave again.
Quinn Morgan watched him walk to the door, then hurried after him, her voice trembling with emotion.
