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A corner of Quinn’s mouth tugged to the side in something that wasn’t quite a grin.

Something dangerous, something potent. “If I ever have any of those, I’ll be sure to let you know.”

“It’s a deal.”

Quinn lifted a hand to Tess’s sweater and ran his fingertips from button to button, along the opening.

“All right, then,” he said. And then he grew very still, as only he could do, and looked at Tess in that way that made everything in her aware of everything about him. Of his height, and his breadth, and his strength, and his ridiculous, impossible appeal.