"No." Sebastian's refusal came flat and immediate.
He had zero interest in laying eyes on the Sinclair daughter.
Miles didn't look particularly surprised he'd half-expected the no. "Fine, skip the party. But you'll still get dinner with me, right?"
"My reserved room happens to be at Windmere House too. I know you haven't eaten. Come on, my treat."
He fixed Sebastian with an expectant look, unwilling to take a second no.
Sebastian checked the time.
Not even eight yet. Plenty of night left.
He'd always had more patience for Miles than for most people a friend he'd grown up alongside, someone who'd been there through the worst of the accident, and who'd spent years quietly helping him search for the girl he never stopped looking for.
Whatever they were to each other, it went well past
