'Any twenty-eight-year-old man who found a woman in pajamas in his bed first thing in the morning would surely lean in for a kiss…'
She was lost in thought. Adrian Quincy couldn't decipher the complex, shifting emotions in her eyes. All he could see was that she was unhappy.
"What's wrong?"
"Did you and my sister used to kiss like this often?"
Adrian Quincy frowned slightly. 'Women are so prone to overthinking,' he thought. 'If I don't explain this clearly, she'll just keep misunderstanding.'
"Our relationship was purely professional. We were never intimate, we never dated, and I never even considered the idea of being in a relationship with her."
"Huh?" Claire Sinclair could hardly believe it.
"I didn't marry you because you and Quinn look alike."
"Then why did your grandfather say you and my sister were dating?"
