It was early evening when they arrived back at the Old Sutton Manor.
The moment Trish Wainright stepped through the door, she stopped dead. Bob Lewis, the man who had abandoned them and fled for his life, was sitting right there with Old Master Sutton, calmly sharing tea.
The sight sent her temper flaring white-hot. She stormed toward him, ready to tear into him on the spot.
"Bob Lewis, you shameless animal! How dare you show your face here!"
If she didn't make this pretty-boy pay today, she'd eat her own name.
But before the words had fully left her mouth, Quinn Sutton, seated beside them, went rigid with fury.
"Trish! Watch your mouth!" He slammed his palm on the table, both brows drawn sharp. "Without Bob, the three of you might not even be standing here right now!"
"Wh... what?"
