To distract himself, Quinn took the full measure of the office. Gone were the animal and rainforest accouterments that had been set against a harsh gray modern backdrop. It was as if Ferdinand Le Wood had erased every trace of his former wife. In their place were rich moldings, saturated pastel and jeweled colors, Renaissance and Neoclassical paintings, books of all kinds and male Greco-Roman sculptures, busts and heads. Clearly, this was Brenna’s influence and it looked as if Freddy Bear were giving her carte blanche—for now.
Soon an officious young woman with a tablet and a headset came clicking along on four-inch heels.
“I’m Alessandra Moroni, Ms. James’ executive assistant, and you must be her 6:30.”
Normally, Quinn didn’t care if people recognized him or not. So it amused him to no
