Sean Quinn froze, momentarily confused.
"Sean Quinn, do you… do you even see me as your wife?" Stella Lockwood tossed the cup she was holding toward him, a hint of anger creeping into her voice. 'He's such a smart person, how can he not understand…?'
Of course, Sean Quinn was smart. He understood immediately. He caught the cup, set it on the table, and with a sweep of his long arm, pulled the sulking, retreating girl back. He scooped her up and sat her on the table, trapping her in his embrace as a sharp glint lit up his eyes:
"Hey, I'm not mistaken, am I? Are you—Are you hinting at something?"
Stella Lockwood bit her lip, her heart pounding erratically. The heat coursing through her made her incredibly impulsive. She threw her arms around his neck and exclaimed, "Hinting? I'm not hinting, I'm being obvious! Sean Quinn, I'm telling you, you're the only man I'll ever have. If you dare betray me, I'll…"
