Chapter 25
“Want to try some, Mark?”
I cleared my throat. “I don’t eat anything that has more arms than I do.” I startedin on the grilled littleneck clams. My appetizer came with toasted garlic bread. I slipped a couple of points onto Quinn’s plate; I didn’t want to be the only one withgarlic breath.
After the first course had been cleared away, Quinn picked up his breadstick again, and I shook my head.
“Humor me, Mark.”
“You won’t win, you know.”
He grinned again and moved unexpectedly, tapping my wrist. “Touché. Concede.”
“Not in this lifetime, Mann.” I switched the sword—breadstick—to my left hand. “En garde.”
Only part of my concentration was focused on the moves; the rest was focused on Quinn. His eyes dancing with pleasure, he was so fucking—