Page 29 of Psychopath

“You don’t have to answer if it makes you uncomfortable.”

Zane squinted. “But then you’ll think it’s a low number, and I can’t have that.”

Quinn snorted.

“Hundreds,” Zane said, then winked.

“Jesus.”

“No, not Jesus, but maybe his dad, Joseph, at a nativity in London one year.”

Quinn couldn’t help himself; he laughed.

Zane smiled. “You have a nice laugh.”

His voice was low, soft.

“Inappropriate.”

“Why?”

Quinn sighed. “The way you said it.”

“Hey, if my voice is turning you on, that’s on you, not me. I was making a completely innocent comment.” Zane dragged his teeth over his bottom lip. “Your turn.”

“My…turn?”

“How many men have you slept with?”

Quinn blushed, lowered his head and pretended to study his papers. “You don’t need to know.”

“The embarrassment makes me think it’s a low number.”

“Why does it matter if it’s a low number?”

“I don’t think it matters at all. It’s you who’s embarrassed.”

Quinn sighed. “Two.”

“And did you love them?”

“One of them.”

“Heartbreak…” Zane said softly.

Quinn turned away. “Not the palm-reading rubbish again?”

“Your watch.”

Quinn frowned, then glanced down and cursed. He set the time to the clock on the wall and muttered under his breath, “I’ve been meaning—”

“To get it fixed, you keep saying.”

“Sorry.” Quinn frowned. He didn’t even know why he was apologising.

“You could fix it; you could throw it away.”

“I could—”

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