"I was told the portrait looked like a love letter. It's just funny to me." Rowan propped his chin on his hand and turned his head to face Connie. "Did Scott not love you enough to think a simple painting makes me more in love with you?"
Connie's seductive smile froze. Not love her enough? She would even wonder if that man ever loved anyone else but himself and Rowan. It seemed that Rowan had a warped version of whatever was going on with her and Scott. No matter, it was not Rowan's fault that he did not know.
The woman just turned away from the painter. She looked in the direction of the dining hall's totality and remembered the boisterous and fun parties she used to have. "I'm not going to lie, Rowan. The years are better with you around. Scott changed a lot, but I just didn't care too much before."
