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Chapter 47: The Waiting Game

QUINN'S POV

I took a seat at the table as the band began an upbeat tune and flooded the room with a popular jazz song I recognized as one by Ira Gershwin. I quickly became so involved in the song, I almost didn't hear my name being called from behind. But when my stomach dropped with the sound of that undeniably sexy accent, I knew instinctively who'd summoned me.

"It's Quinn, isn't it?"

I turned and stood, immediately recognizing Anya Abeni -- Ford's ex.

"Yes. Anya, correct?" I asked as if I didn't know.

"You have a wonderful memory. How are you?"

She looked so unbelievably stunning I took a minute to answer. She'd somehow managed to be even more striking than the first time I'd seen her. She had on another fabulous dress -- this one stark white which stood out so beautifully against her chocolate skin.

She wore no jewelry -- only the diamond studs in her ear. I couldn't help wondering if hers had been a gift from Ford, too. But she didn't need any accessories. The simple, clingy dre
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