“Oh?” His cheeky grin slowly dips into a small scowl as he keeps in step beside me. “Who’s the lucky fella?” he asks, and I swear I see his eye twitch.
“Oh, just someone I work with,” I reply dismissively.
Blindly reaching for the closest shelf to distract myself from Quinn’s probing stare, the first thing my hand passes over are condoms. Pulling my hand away like I’ve just been burned, I can’t help the blush that inches over my cheeks as I bite my lip, totally mortified.
Quinn frowns.
“Well, I better leave you to it then.” The playfulness in his voice has gone.
He reaches for his items, snatching them out of the cart as he gives me a stiff-upper-lip smile. “Well, have fun. I’ll see you around.”
I don’t know why, but watching him walk away bothers me. But I have to let it be. This is
