Page 74 of Ignite

I slowly pull up my top with a smirk, revealing the cut on my stomach.

“A scratch. You came here for a scratch?”

I shake my head.

“Knife wound.”

Her plump lips open, and she stands, taking a step towards me.

“It’s clean.”

Yeah. I should know; I did it myself.

“Does it need stitches?”

“Conan. That isn’t what your brother’s department does. We aren’t ER. We’re cardiovascular. I only patched you up that time as a favor for Dr. Quinn.”

I look down at her and pull my top back down.

“Yeah. I know,” I say quietly.

“Will I survive?” I whisper.

She giggles and grabs the hem of the T-shirt. I clasp my hand over her wrist.

“Maybe I just wanted to say hi,” I tell her.

“You could have just texted me.”

She looks up at me through her lashes, and I’m a goner.

“I prefer the real thing. And I like the chase.”

Her cheeks flush and I lean down.

“You look beautiful today, Hallie,” I whisper in her ear.

She clears her throat and taps my shoulder, so I straighten myself to stand.

“Sorry. Too much?”

She shakes her head with a smile.

“No. Just not at work, Mr. Quinn.”

I take a step towards her, backing her into the cabinet, so I rest my hand above her head.

“So when?”

I glance down at her gripping onto the side.

“We will figure it out, I guess. Keep chasing and see what happens.”

I pull away and nod.

“Whatever you want, trouble.” I push a stray curl behind her ear.

Her breath hitches, and I stare at her shining lips.

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