Chapter 17: Platonic and Professional

QUINN'S POV

I watched him retrieve a pair of black Nikes from the hall closet and slip them on. He tossed on a jacket and somehow managed to look as handsome in sweats as he did in his suits. I found myself aggravated with my attraction to him.

My buzz had started to wear off, thanks to the stark cold and Ford's sobering comments. He'd parked his car in the underground parking garage, a steel gray Porsche Panamera. Somehow, I hadn't noticed his luxury car before. Perhaps because 'before' I'd been too busy shivering with cold from my plunge into the river.

"This is some ride," I remarked as I climbed into the camel-colored interior.

"You've been in it before."

"I know. But I didn't remember it being this gorgeous."

"You're easily impressed."

I ran my hand along the door panel. "Your sister's very pretty."

He pushed the button to start the ignition. "Yes."

"I hate I met her under these circumstances."

"Drunk and misinformed?"

"Misinformed?"

"You thought I was sleeping with her."

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