Chapter 97

I knew the coat meant a lot to her. It had been given to her by her husband; Nigel Mann had been the love of her life. I also knew that since she’d been widowed in ‘78, she had never been involved with another man.

“I guess she was touched by both our gifts.” I rested my fingers on Quinn’s hips, kneading them.

“She never asked what happened to it, you know. I guess she assumed it was too ruined to salvage and didn’t want to know if I’d had to dispose of it.”

“You’re a good man. Y’know something, Quinn? I—” I realized what I’d been about to say and quickly changed it. “—I’m glad you realized it was me and not Skip Patterson who interviewed your mother.”

His hand was warm on the back of my neck, and he urged me down for another kiss. But before our lips touched, he murmured, “Y’know something, Mark? So am I.”

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