After walking out of the hotel, Hugh didn't get in the car right away.
He stood at the bottom of the steps and adjusted the coat on my shoulders.
"Cold?"
I shook my head. "Not cold."
Hugh looked at me, clearly unconvinced. He reached out and touched my face.
"Quinn, you've lost weight."
I lowered my eyes. "I haven't been eating well lately."
"Why?"
I didn't answer.
Hugh didn't press further. He just took my hand and led me into the car.
The heater was on. On the back seat were several gift boxes and a bouquet of carefully wrapped white roses.
I looked at the flowers and paused. "Those are for me too?"
"Mm." Hugh leaned back against the seat, his tone natural. "I was going to give them to you when we met. I didn't expect the Ashford family to be so absurd as to make you pretend
