Chapter Four
Quinn had caught glimpses of Abbey during the past three days on the twenty-four hour television monitors around the mansion. He would find himself staring at her, smiling stupidly at her actions, completely forgetting about his work and slamming back into the present, finding fifteen minutes had passed without his notice. She was so natural. Honest, graceful and caring. Emotionally, she hid nothing, wearing her heart on her sleeve. She wore little make-up, slung her hair up in a curvaceous pony-tail most days, was quick to laugh and smile, and went out of her way to help the others. Not a trace of fakery about her.
He was so used to people clambering for his attention. Everyone wanted a piece of him. He thought that this year, if he worked from the Makeover Miracle house, h
