That’s… uh… shit! Just this morning, someone caught you outside Helena’s having brunch.”
I felt the blood drain from my face as I realized that meant someone caught me and Danni out and about. “How long have you been out here?”
Quentin shrugged. I turned toward the study door. “I’m Marcus,” I said, my tone a little flirty despite my decision. “About a week?”
“And you didn’t hear anything?” I asked. I hadn’t even realized he had been behind us. Natalie was supposed to be on vacation with her new boyfriend. So was everyone else. “About a week?”
“And you didn’t hear anything?” I asked. He had a plate piled high with various ***********ions of meat, stood about 5’9” tall, with lean muscle and angular features, and was good-looking enough to be an actor. “You said your name’s Quentin,” I said, not bothering to hide the heat in my voice. “It’s—”
“Oh!
