Page 56 of Psychopath

“No, Quinn.” Zane’s voice dropped lower. “That isn’t the reason I’m jealous. I’m jealous of the guy that went over to you. That he could.”

“He gave me his number…for when I was ready.”

Zane aimed his question at the table. “Are you going to call it?”

“I don’t know.”

“Was he handsome?”

Quinn couldn’t even remember what Ben had looked like, especially when he was looking at Zane Black. He averted his gaze to the table.

“I think so.”

“Think so?”

“I can’t really remember,” Quinn admitted softly.

“Did he make you laugh?”

“No, he didn’t.”

“Did he make your tummy flutter and your heart race?”

Quinn shook his head. His heart began to thump, and his temperature heated up under the questioning.

“Did you want him to kiss you?”

“No,” Quinn whispered.

“Is there someone you do want to kiss you?”

“Zane…”

“Are you saying that in warning, or is it the answer?”

“Stop this—”

“Look at me Quinn.”

He couldn’t.

“I…I think you should go back to your cell,” Quinn said, but his voice came out weak.

Zane stretched over the table. “You know, the camera over there?”

Quinn glanced at it. “What about it?”

“It has a blind spot.”

Before Quinn could reply, Zane had pushed back in his chair and got to his feet. He walked backwards until he was pressed to the wall beneath the camera.

“Just here,” Zane whispered.

“What are you doing?” Quinn asked, looking at the open door to the corridor.

“No one will see us.”

“See us what?”

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