Lianne pretended not to hear, keeping her eyes closed.
The crystal chandelier in the bedroom was off, leaving only the warm light of a wall sconce. The dim glow illuminated her face, her skin like porcelain, her complexion radiant.
Seth Sinclair gazed down at her, a faint smile playing on his lips.
His eyes were filled with the sight of her sleeping face. The light and shadows melted into his pupils, revealing a tenderness that outshone the moonlight.
Lianne couldn't keep up the act any longer. She opened her eyes, her almond-shaped gaze misty and moist.
She sniffed delicately and caught the faint, crisp scent of alcohol. Tilting her head up to look at Seth Sinclair, she asked, "Have you been drinking?"
"Just a little." Seth Sinclair reached out and rubbed the back of her head.
