She wanted to invite him back to one of the apartments in Four Seasons Garden, his apartments, technically, though they were hers now, and thank him properly. Privately. In a way that didn't require words.
The thought brought a faint warmth to her cheeks that she was careful not to let show.
Quinn Carter, meanwhile, was watching this exchange with the mounting horror of a man watching a building collapse in slow motion.
His mind snagged on a detail and held it up like evidence at a trial.
'Wait.'
Sarah had invited Stan to dinner less than twenty minutes ago. Stan had refused. Flatly. Without a second thought.
And now, now, Stan was the one doing the inviting. Asking Sophie to go shopping. Tomorrow. And Sophie had said yes immediately, like it was the most natural thing in the world.
'He turned Sarah down so he could pursue Sophie instead.'
