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Cady woke the following morning, deeply discomfited by the dream she’d experienced.
She’d dreamed about Quinn Garrison. Worse, she’d dreamed about making love with Quinn Garrison.
Where on earth had that come from? Sure, they’d spent an enjoyable afternoon together at the lake, and Quinn had proven himself a great sounding board – in fact, Cady had found herself telling him more about herself in a couple of hours than she had told Meredith… Gran in weeks. And he was an attractive man, absolutely. Tall, lean, well-muscled and tanned, he could have his pick of company and for some reason, he’d chosen to spend time with her and Cady had enjoyed herself. But she wasn’t even divorced yet, and Quinn had made it clear, several times, that he was only interested in casual affairs. Inhaling h
