Chapter Sixty One:
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AN HOUR LATER, Staten and Quinn sat in the sheriff’s office trying to keep their hands off each other while the sheriff tried to sort out everything that had happened at the concert.
All Staten wanted to do was hold Quinn, but the twenty people crammed into the office and the reception area were in his way. She’d stood up to her demons and won. She’d played just for him, leaving no doubt in anyone’s mind that she was gifted or that Quinn O’Grady was his woman.
“I need to talk to you,” he whispered.
“I know. Me, too, but we can’t leave all these people.” Quinn grinned. “I’m afraid this is worse than splashing red soda on everyone. The sheriff looks like he’s thinking of resigning his post. He keeps glaring at us as if he thinks all these people going crazy is some
