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When is the right moment if it hasn’t arrived already?

I sigh, slouching back in my chair.

Maybe I should keep some distance. I’ll probably blurt out I’ve entered his car in a race, which is worth more than I will ever earn in my life.

Oh god.

My heart races.

What the hell am I doing?

Chapter 23

CONAN

Ipull into the parking lot and spot my McLaren, so I take the spot next to it.

“Why are you parking up, Conan?” Finn asks suspiciously.

“I have something I need Hallie to look at.”

He opens his door but stops to look back at me.

“Why couldn’t I just look?”

“You’re already late for work.” I shoo him away.

“Don’t distract her. I need her,” he warns.

I hold my hands up defensively.

“Swear.”

He huffs and slams my door shut, making the windows shake.

“Bastard,” I mutter.

I head in through the double doors and straight to the reception area.

“Oh. Hi, Mr. Quinn,” the redhead says sweetly, shoving her pastry to one side.

Placing my hands on the desk, I whisper, “Is Hallie free?”

She offers me a smile.

“Dr. Quinn already warned me you’d be here. Go and take a seat, she will call you out in a minute.”

“Cool. Thank you.”

I head over to the chairs and sit outside her door. Just as Finn comes out of his and calls for Mrs. Ellen Maple.

We lock eyes, and he glares, then switches to a smile for his patient.

Fucking psycho.

The little old lady trots past him and he holds back.

“Unless you want me to schedule you for heart surgery. I don’t wanna see you in my hospital again.” He points at me.

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