“Yes.” I petted his ass and then frowned. There were too many layers of clothes between my palm and the warm flesh I knew was there. “You could borrow a pair of Ludovic’s.”
“Rivenhall’s won’t fit either. They’ll be too big.”
I wasn’t going to ask Mark how he knew that. He was Mark Vincent—he had a way of finding out even the most esoteric of things. “You can stuff the toes with tissues.”
He grunted, let me go, and pulled something out of his pocket. I heard the clink of keys, and then a thin beam of light illuminated the spot where I’d dropped my overnight case.
I bent to pick it up and sighed. “I was only teasing, Mark. If you really don’t want to go….”
“Y’know something, Quinn? You’re too easy.”
“Indeed?”
“Yeah.” He slung an arm around my shoulders, and while I couldn’t see his gr
