“Six o’clock work for you, lover boy?”
“Aye.” He looks down at me, and his voice grows husky. “Hope Sloane won’t be serving anything too heavy. I’ll need my energy for later.”
“You don’t have a problem with energy,” I say softly. “Are we done fighting now?”
“Probably not.”
“Great. Thanks for the heads-up.”
When I turn back to Declan, he winks at me before strolling away.
Back in the car, I ask Quinn for his cell phone so I can call Gianni. I left my handbag at the hotel because I was too distracted wanting to rip off Quinn’s head when we left.
When I dial the number, it goes straight to voicemail.
“Gianni. Call me as soon as you get this. s**t, forget that, I don’t have my cell on me, I’m calling from Quinn’s phone.” I look at him and say, “What’s this number?”
He quirks his lips.
