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Quentin looked like sex

Living breathing sex. From the glint in his eyes that reminded Shandi of what they’d done last night, to the way his hair appeared to have been styled by a lover while she writhed beneath him.

Living breathing sex… As much as Shandi tried to focus on something else, she finally had to back away and sit down. And try not to drool.

Okay, it wasn’t that bad. She tried her best to remain analytical, almost critical. Like a spectator watching a show.

Nothing. It wasn’t working. All she could think about was getting her hands on Quentin, kissing him, tearing off his clothes. That and the way he made her laugh and hope, the way he teased her…

He was a good man and he cared about her future, her happiness. About her.

And seeing him now, straddling the bar chair in reverse, his arms braced along the top, his feet hooked on the rungs, the fit of his clothes revealing the body beneath…

Oh, but she was in such serious trouble here.