The Mighty Quinns: Sean

They found Sinclair Rand sitting silently in a small alcove just down the hall from the reception room, ensconced in a large wing chair like a member of the royal family. As they approached, he whispered something to Alistair and Alistair nodded. Laurel grabbed Sean’s hand as it rested on her waist and gave it an encouraging squeeze. She could do this. She could turn this whole mess around and make something good of it.

“Hello, Uncle Sinclair,” Laurel said, hanging on to Sean’s arm like a lifeline. “Uncle, this is my new husband, Edward Garland Wilson. Edward, I’d like to introduce you to Sinclair Rand, my uncle.”

On cue, Sean held out his hand. Sinclair took it, carefully examined Sean’s fingertips, then let his hand drop. “You married my niece,” Sinclair stated.

“Yes, I did,” Sean replied.

The old man watched Sean from beneath bushy white eyebrows. “What do you eat for breakfast?” he asked.

At first, Sean seemed taken aback by the question, but then he jumped right in. “Cap’n Crunch. Sometimes I like Lucky Charms or Cocoa Puffs.” He cleared his throat. “You look like an oatmeal guy.”

Sinclair’s eyebrow shot up. “I enjoy a nice bowl of oatmeal,” he said in a gruff tone. “The old-fashioned kind, not the instant. Have you ever had any surgery?”

“No,” Sean replied. “I’m a pretty healthy guy. How about you?”

“You know I have money,” Sinclair continued, ignoring Sean’s question.

“I have money, too. Probably not as much as you have. How much do you have?”

Laurel couldn’t help but smile. Usually, people were intimidated by Sinclair Rand. But Sean seemed unfazed by the questions, turning them all back on her uncle with a directness that left her uncle off balance. “Uncle, we really have to go. Our honeymoon awaits. We’re going to Hawaii.”

“Hawaii? Don’t eat the bananas there,” he warned. “Stay away from all yellow fruit and you’ll be fine. We’ll discuss your inheritance when you get back.”

Laurel bent down and gave her uncle a kiss on the cheek. “I’ll call you when I—I mean, we get back.” She gave Sean’s arm a tug, but he stayed glued to his spot.