Her insides melted. His heart beat next to hers, his breath ruffled her hair, his strong hands held her secure. She could stay here forever.
Quincy realized the workmen were staring. Hang the workmen. Sinclair had called her his love! She had bid him farewell, yet here he was, just in time to release her from an uncomfortable predicament. He shifted his grip, his thumb stroking her shoulder. Her heart beat even faster.
Someone coughed. Oh, very well. Trying to be respectable was often a pain in the arse. “You should, ah, put me down now,” she said.
“I should?” His smile was warm and beguiling, his voice low and soft, a verbal caress. A shiver danced down her spine. “Very well, madam, if you think it best.”
He set her down, not letting go until she was steady on her feet. With shaking h
