3 Chapter 3

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He stepped into the bedroom to which I’d led him and gazed around. Was he annoyed that I hadn’t shown him to my room? Dammit, I couldn’t see his expression.

“This is fine, Quinn. Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it, Mark.” I pointed out the attached bathroom, then told him, “I’ve set the coffeemaker to go off automatically at 6:30, in case you need to leave early.”

“You call that early? Jesus, you spooks are soft.”

Why was he trying to get a rise out of me? I didn’t respond, and he blew out a breath.

“Okay, thanks.”

“I—I have to go back downstairs to lock up the house, so I’ll say good night now.”I waited for a second to see if he had anything else to say.

Nothing. It was as if the night before had never happened, as if he hadn’t driven me to heights of unbelievable passion, given me unimaginable pleasure. Well, if that was the way he wanted things….

I gave him a curt nod, “Good night,” and left the room.