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He glanced down at his hand and flexed it. The leather of his glove creaked; his hand inside was stiff. A year ago he’d got into a car accident during a bad bout of fog on the highway. His hand had been crushed. Quinn flexed his hand again, curling and then releasing it. Yes, it had been broken, and he’d undergone countless surgeries to repair it, but he could still use it.

His hand had mended with time. Perhaps Charlotte’s heart had too, in the five years they’d been apart.

He doubted it. When Charlotte had greeted him it had been so formal. So forced.

“Whoa—that was a bit rough,” Quinn remarked as they hit another disturbance. He was no stranger to flying, but that was the most jarring bit of turbulence he’d ever experienced. Of course he was used to first-class seats instead of being crammed into a small cockpit beside the pilot—especially an alluring pilot like Charlotte.

His shoulders almost brushed hers in the tight enclosure. Just that near brush of her body against his sent his blood pumping. Just being in her presence again aroused him. Charlotte was a strong aphrodisiac, like ambrosia, and she tasted just as sweet too.