At her words, a flicker of joy was evident in Seth Quinn's eyes. "So, are you willing to hear my explanation now?"
Clara Grant looked up at him, worried he would exhaust himself by talking too much. "Let's talk about it later," she said. "There will be plenty of time for explanations after you've recovered."
But Seth Quinn grew as stubborn as a pouting child. "No, I have to explain now. It's the only way I'll be able to recover in peace."
As he spoke, he tried to reach for her hand again. Helpless, and afraid any sudden movement would reopen his wounds, Clara Grant took the initiative and reached out to hold his.
Their two hands, one firm and strong, the other soft and delicate, rested gently together—a truly beautiful sight.
Seth Quinn gazed at Clara Grant's slender, fair hands, caressing them gently before he began to speak. "The truth is, our first meeting was orchestrated entirely by my older sister, Jenna Quinn—Cherie's mother."
