Chapter 127
Brent nodded. “Feeling better, now that you have something to do on the case?”
“I guess. I don’t know why it bothers me so much, other than what I said this morning, but it does.”
Brent got up, going to give his husband a hug. “As I said, it’s your White Knight complex.”
“Actually, you said it was because I’m an idealist, but White Knight works.”
“It does. You ready to get out of here?”
“It’s that late?” Quinn glanced at the clock over his desk. “I guess it is. Let’s close down and head home.”
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“Peppers. Prosciutto.” Brent dropped both ingredients into the pan after removing the browned chicken. “Garlic.”
Quinn handed him the garlic he’d chopped, and then the tomatoes when asked. Brent poured in the wine and sprinkled in the herbs. After stirring the mixture, he put the chicken back into the pan, along with chicken stock, set the burner to simmer, and covered the pan.
“Half an hour,” Brent announced.
Quinn smirked. “We can drink the rest of wine while we wait.”