Nash Quinn hadn't said a word from the start, but when he heard her reply, a sneer curled his lips.
'As expected. She's as hypocritical as ever.'
He raised an eyebrow and wrapped his arm around the woman's waist beside him. "Hasn't anyone ever taught you not to stare?"
Afraid of being recognized and having lost all interest anyway, Jocelyn Lawrence paused. At the sound of his voice, she pulled her foot back and sized up the man who had spoken.
His skin was tanned, but not dark. He had monolids, a strong brow bone, and was very tall. With his sharp eyebrows and piercing eyes, his features were well-defined. But when he looked at someone, his gaze seemed to hold a dangerous glint.
The corner of her mouth lifted into a slight smile, her expression making it clear she wasn't about to let this go. "And has no one taught you the meaning of decency in a public place?"
