Chapter 29
“I’m telling you, Portia, I don’t think it was a good idea leaving Quinn back there.” We were on the road, heading for Great Falls.
“Did you want to carry him off?” I met his eyes in the rearview mirror—no matter how much I objected, he wouldn’t allow me to sit beside him.
“You know that isn’t what I meant. Quinn’s a grown man, and he can take care of himself. But Vincent is a loose cannon, and the only way I’d trust him is if he were six feet under, with a stake through his black heart.”
“As you say, Quinton is a grown man.”
“Well, I’m keeping an eye on Vincent.”
“Yes, Gregor.”
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Once we arrived home, he offered to make a pot of tea.
“That isn’t necessary.”
“It will only take a minute. You…uh…you won’t mind if I don’t stay to drink it with you?” He was blushing.
