After Zane "The Scumbag" Jennings snapped out of his stupor, he turned his head to glance at Nash Quinn, his brow tightening. "You hired a prostitute?"
Nash Quinn: "..."
He found the accusation hard to refute. 'Well, not really... Nothing actually happened, right? But then again... It was so close.'
After asking the question, Zane Jennings looked up and met Erin Lowell's gaze.
Her gaze was placid, showing no pride or impatience. She seemed completely detached from the world, more devoid of earthly desires than a young monk in meditation.
She merely glanced at him before looking away.
Zane Jennings shifted to the side, putting some distance between himself and Nash Quinn. "I don't know him."
'Nash has no self-control around women,' Zane figured. 'He must've been caught in the act.'
Nash Quinn: "..."
He took a step, this time toward Erin Lowell. "I didn't—" His denial was cut short as she walked away.
