“Hello, there,” Quinn accepted the greeting cheerfully.
“Are you ready?” she asked, openly wary.
Quinn observed her pale face. “Are you asking me or yourself? You look a little nervous.”
“A little,” she admitted. “I hope someday I'll get over that.”
“Not without a great deal of alcohol. Are we having any with lunch?” He posed the question with all seriousness.
“It might not hurt to order some up,” she sighed. She didn't want alcohol to become a crutch, yet she needed something to ease the stress. Quickly checking over her clothes for any stray threads or debris, she inhaled a deep, shoulder-setting breath. She'd chosen a crisp dress suit for the occasion. Her usually wild dark hair was tamed into a sleek bun without a single hair out of place.
“Nothing wrong with it. Let's get this o
