'This guy... he probably wanted to sit on a sofa, but since there isn't one, he's just using the bed instead, isn't he?'
Claire Sinclair was speechless for a long moment. She closed the door and walked in. "Do you want some water?"
"Sit down."
"Okay."
Claire Sinclair pulled over a small stool and sat far away from him. "Is there anything else?"
"Do you always shut the door and spend time alone with men who visit?"
The man's tone was interrogating and displeased.
Claire Sinclair thought he was taking her for that kind of woman and immediately retorted, "No, you're the first man to ever set foot in my home. Well, no, there was my scumbag ex, but I usually get back late, so he rarely came over."
'The only reason I let him in is because he works at Quincy Manor. In my mind, Quincy Manor is a symbol of integrity.'
Adrian Quincy said in a low, heavy voice, "In the future, no matter who it is, don't just let strangers into your home."
