“That’ll be fine, Olive. I don’t mind sharing a room with Quinn. As long as he doesn’t snore—”
“I do not snore.” As he very well knew.
He grinned at me. Not that manic expression he used when he wanted to keep people off-center, but one of deviltry. It nearly took my breath away, and I was inundated by a wave of desire and—
Olive derailed my train of thought, fortunately unaware of the direction in which it was heading. “I’ll say goodnight now and wish you both a happy New Year.”
“Thank you, Olive. Happy New Year to you and Henry.”
“Yeah, Happy New Year, Olive.”
She smiled at us and then made her way to the elevator that would take her down to the lower level of the house, where she and her husband had their own suite of rooms, including a full kitchen.
“The living room is this way,
