In a huff, she changed the name, then grabbed both phones and went back downstairs. She was halfway down when she saw Seth Quinn push the door open. He was dressed in a white sweatsuit and drenched in sweat.
Clara Grant froze. 'He went out for a workout?'
Seth Quinn looked up and saw her too. He bent over at the doorway to change his shoes, then walked toward her. "You're awake?"
Clara Grant reached the bottom of the stairs and stopped just a step away from Seth Quinn.
Now that she was closer, she could see his face more clearly. His nearly flawless skin was covered in beads of sweat. Probably from the workout, his complexion was healthy and flushed, and there was an undeniable light in his eyes.
He looked so refreshed and full of energy. It was as if he wasn't the one who'd put in so much effort last night.
Clara Grant was starting to wonder if last night had just been an erotic dream. 'Otherwise, how could she be the only one who was exhausted?'
