Ryan had a hard time waiting the entire half hour. Quinn sounded so excited; he wanted to see her face.
She buzzed him up without answering the intercom. Her door stood wide open. He’d have to talk to her about the unsafe nature of doing that. He went in and closed the door behind him.
“I’ll be down in a minute,” her voice floated down to him.
He surveyed the living room. His daisies sat on the table and the leather jacket lay on the couch.
“Are shorts okay?”
“What?” he asked.
“Can I wear shorts, or do I need something less casual?”
“Shorts are fine.” He enjoyed seeing her bare legs and hoped sandals would accompany them.
Moments later, she flew down the stairs wearing black shorts and a tank. She wore no makeup, but the smile brightened and colored her face.
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