Quinn paused before heading to the door and pushed a plastic container of cookies at him. “Before we go, I have something for you. Here.”
“What’s this?”
“Cookies from Saturday. You told me to save you some.”
He took one of the cookies and sank his teeth in. Her breath locked in her chest, waiting for his reaction.
A groan sounded from deep in his throat. “These are amazing. How do you keep from eating them all at once?”
Ignoring the pleasurable sound and what it did to her insides, she answered, “Self-control. Everything in moderation.”
“I’m not good at either of those,” he said, biting into a second cookie. His look said he was referring to more than eating cookies. He returned the lid to the container. “I better leave these here or I’ll eat them all.”
Quinn walked to the elevator
