Chapter 16
Quinn knocked on the cottage door. ‘Come in,’ sang Zoe. He took off his hat and pushed through the flywire. Captain trotted down the hall to greet him.
Quinn ruffled his handsome white ruff. ‘Nice to see you, mate. Whose dog are you again?’
Zoe sat in the sunroom, cross-legged on the couch, pouring over a laptop balanced on her knee. She looked up briefly. ‘Just a minute.’ Quinn stood by the door, fiddling with his hat, quietly observing Zoe while her fingers flew over the keyboard. Sleeveless check shirt, cut-off blue jeans and bare brown feet. She looked very different from the city girl, dressed in black, that he’d picked up from the station six weeks ago.
A lot skinnier, for one thing. Right from the start he’d admired her curves, but this new athletic look suited her to
