Page 79 of Psychopath

“We never played footsie.”

Zane snorted. “I was building up to it, and of course, there’s absolutely no chance of me groping you anymore.”

Quinn widened his eyes. “Behave.” He shook his head. “Besides, I thought you preferred this Hannibal Lecter arrangement.”

“I do. It’s better for your safety, which means I can sleep at night.”

“I don’t think I’ve had a good sleep for weeks,” Quinn admitted before shaking his head. “Ignore that I said that.”

“I can’t ignore anything you say.” Zane pressed back into his chair. “Is it a good kind of insomnia?”

“How is insomnia ever good?”

“Are you lying in bed thinking about a particular erotic incident that leaves you aching and unable to sleep?”

“Zane…” Quinn warned. He massaged his reddening cheeks.

“Only asking.” He smiled.

“It’s inappropriate.”

Zane tipped his head back and barked a laugh. “There it is. Your favourite word.”

“Do you want to know another of my favourite words?”

“Of course.”

“Arsehole.”

Zane snorted. “Happens to be one of mine, particularly if I add ‘I want your’ before it.”

Quinn squeezed his temples. “You’re terrible.”

“You started it.” Zane’s smile faded. “Did you hear the news about Mackie?”

Quinn nodded. “Cleo said he’s being transferred.”

“His life was under threat.”

“Did that…” Quinn swallowed. “Did that have something to do with you?”

“Harris said he would gut Mackie alive the first chance he got, and when Harris says something like that, everyone tends to believe him.”

Quinn nodded.

“Noah was planning on poisoning him too.”

“What?”

Zane hummed. “There’s something about you that makes the crazies protective.”

“Does that include you?”

“You can bet your sweet arsehole that includes me.”

Quinn wiped his face to hide his laugh.

“So…Doctor Quinn.”

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