Chapter 69

He slanted me a look. “I think we should return to the hotel.”

“Oh?”

“Yes. And after we pack away the presents in our suitcases, we can get ready for our evening out.”

“Isn’t it a little early?” We planned to have an early dinner at the Four Seasons, then go to see Phantom of the Opera at the Majestic.

The corner of his mouth crooked up in a grin, and he gave me a sultry glance. Anyone who’d ever seen the Ice Man would never have recognized Quinn.

“No.” I responded to my own question and grinned back at him. “I guess it isn’t too early.”

~*~

DINNER WAS GOOD. It couldn’t compare with the hours we’d spent rolling around on the king-sized bed in our suite, but it was tasty. Quinn had the asparagus soup, while I had the Manhattan conch chowder. For our entrée, we ordered the specialty for two, rack of lamb, which came with roast heirloom potatoes. We finished off the meal with a chocolate soufflé and coffee with a shot of Frangelico hazelnut liqueur.