Chapter 19
SOPHIA
The next day
Saturday afternoon
A chilled wind kicks up, ruffling my hair, and dark hair falls down my face in tendrils as I try to mentally pull myself straight, instantly needing another shot of life-giving espresso.
To deal with Noah Quinn, a man who takes his caffeine as seemingly black as his soul.
I can’t believe I’d once mistaken his intensity for warmth.
No one could fake that kind of passion. That kind of panty-incinerating stare.
Not after the night we’d spent together.
Not after taking that last tequila shot. Not after ending up in his king-sized bed, my hands tangled in his white sheets, fingernails sliding across his muscular back as…
Oh wait. That never happened.
Cocktail hour last night at the Quinn Estate was more like a meeting, a merger, inste
