Chapter 7

“I appreciate it. Oh, and Happy New Year.”

“Same to you, Quinn. Flint.” He nodded curtly. What bug crawled up his ass and died? Oh, wait. Did he have a thing for Mann?

“Happy New Year.” This time I gave him a saccharine smile and batted my eyes. I’d have kicked his ass, but Kane Flint wouldn’t.

Cooper stalked off, and Mann smiled at me. “Shall we?”

I handed off my drink to a passing waiter, and we left the ballroom.

* * * *

All the tables had been cleared off and replaced with fountains of white, milk, and dark chocolate surrounded by strawberries, pineapple chunks, banana slices, and marshmallows. Vanilla, chocolate, and strawberry ice cream was offered, as well as yogurt for the diet-conscious. There was a make-your-own-sundae station with mounds of whipped cream, nuts, cookie crumbles, M&Ms, chocolate and rainbow sprinkles, more pineapple, and hot fudge, mango, and caramel toppings, as well as all manner of cakes, cookies, and pastries.

And of course there was coffee.