"Mm," the man responded, and then they lapsed into silence.
The silence was awkward.
Dreading the prospect of forced small talk, Claire Sinclair simply closed her eyes.
She must have been exhausted, because she fell asleep before long, her head bobbing with the motion of the car.
Adrian Quincy's brow furrowed slightly. He reached out and gently guided her head to rest on his shoulder, steadying her.
He glanced down, his deep eyes gazing at her pretty face, so close to his. Overcome with emotion, he couldn't stop himself from pressing a soft kiss to her hair. Only then did his heart feel at ease.
The car drove at a steady pace, arriving at Evergreen Garden some twenty minutes later.
Adrian Quincy carried her out of the car and into the living room. He was just about to head upstairs when she suddenly opened her eyes.
Seeing his perfect side profile, Claire Sinclair jumped and began to struggle, wanting to be put down.
