Wasting no time, she bolted straight for her bedroom and threw open the door.
Seth was sitting on her bed, looking completely at ease and devastatingly relaxed, as if he owned the place.
The intimate setting did nothing to diminish his imposing aura; if anything, it amplified his overwhelming masculine presence.
The warm, golden light washed over him, highlighting the sharp, striking angles of his face.
His intense gaze lifted, a faint flush of arousal still coloring the corners of his eyes. He fixed a predatory, half-amused stare right at Noreen.
The collar of his dress shirt was unbuttoned, exposing the smooth line of his collarbone that rose and fell with his breathing—a dangerous mix of elegance and pure seduction.
Noreen unconsciously held her breath.
Looking at this breathtakingly handsome man, a ridiculous thought flashed through her mind—she was like a wealthy patron hiding her beautiful lover in a golden cage.
But she didn't have time to admire the view.
She had to get him out before Claire came back downstairs.
Pushing down the fluttering in her stomach, Noreen rushed over and grabbed his arm. "Hurry, while she's upstairs looking for Beau, you have to leave."
Seth let her pull him toward the door, but his tone was dripping with bitterness. "Am I really that shameful to be seen with?"
Noreen knew she was being unfair to him.
But what else could she do?
She was the one who had originally begged Claire to keep her from falling for him again.
Claire had tried so hard to pull her out of the fire, only for Noreen to willingly jump right back in. Knowing Claire's fiery temper, she would absolutely lose her mind.
She also knew that with Seth's dominant personality, he would never tolerate being treated this way by anyone but her.
The only reason he was putting up with this was because he knew how much Claire meant to her.
So, before pushing him out the front door, she tried to soothe his bruised ego. "I'll find a good time to explain everything to her later."
To Seth, that promise was exactly the signal he needed.
Even though he wanted to demand a specific timeline—preferably yesterday.

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