Page 37 of What Happens In Vegas
He pulled her into his arms. ‘Yes. We will.’ She shivered. ‘Cold?’
‘A little.’
‘Let’s goback inside then.’ Quinn wrapped his arm around her shoulder and liked how she snuggled in to him.
‘You’re so warm.’ Bonni hugged him.
‘There was a wind out there. It’s still early in the year for hot nights.’ Quinn never felt the need to pay top dollar for a hotel room in Vegas because he spent so little time in it. Still, he liked to be comfortable, so in addition to the king-sized bed dominatingthe room, there was a small seating area next to a long ledge that doubled as a desk. He guided Bonni to the small loveseat and they sat, Quinn stretching his legs out in front of them.
‘The view was fantastic, though.’ Bonni lifted her hands, as if looking for something to fiddle with before folding them together in her lap. ‘So where do you call home?’
‘Well, a little bit of everywhere, Iguess.’ Quinn imagined she was trying to start with a softball question, but things were always complicated when it came to his family.
‘That’san odd thing to say. How can you be from a little bit of everywhere?’
‘Well, we’re based on the East Coast, but my family has homes and business interests in numerous places. We did a lot of traveling around.’
Bonni reached out for his hand and he knewshe was trying to comfort him. ‘Sounds like you had a nomadic upbringing.’
‘I guess you could call it that.’ He’d already said more than he normally would. Bonni didn’t ask any follow-up questions and he was relieved, because explaining about his family was the last thing he wanted to do right now. ‘How about you?’
Bonni began idly playing with his fingers. She was one of those people who werealways in motion, never content to just sit still. ‘Toronto, actually.’
He looked at her with surprise. ‘You’re Canadian?’
‘No,’ she laughed, and continued, ‘I’m an American citizen, but my father was military. We stayed the longest in Toronto, before he retired to Virginia. I got my criminal psychology degree in college there – that’s where I met Ava, Fredi and Celia – and then took some policefoundations in Ontario before moving back to Toronto.’
‘You have a criminal psychology degree? That . . . that suits you,’ he decided. Quinn had noticed how she was always alert in a crowd, not to mention the way she looked after her friends.
Bonni laughed. ‘Yeah, I guess being an army brat kept me in that mindset. But I didn’t want to enlist, though, because traipsing all over the world wasrather hard on a young kid. You’ve just made friends and then you move on.’
‘Wow, I’m impressed. You get more and more interesting every time I talk to you. Do you enjoy life in Canada?’
‘Well, I’ve gotten used to the cold. In fact, I’ve taken upskiing and a lot of winter sports. But I much prefer tropical climates, heat. I will probably be moving back to Virginia soon.’
‘Why? What do youdo for a living?’ he asked, highly curious now. Quinn half expected her to say she was FBI.
Bonni dropped his hand and stretched a little, avoiding Quinn’s gaze. He couldn’t help but notice the way the movement caused her breasts to lift. After another moment of silence, she reluctantly said, ‘I work with the cops.’
‘Like, as a crime analyst, or a forensic scientist . . .’ He could sense thiswasn’t something she really wanted to talk about. Yet she had. That was huge.
‘No. I am a cop. A detective, actually,’ she replied. Bonni still wasn’t looking at him, so he reached out for a lock of her hair, tangling it around his finger until he saw her watching him out of the corner of her eye.
‘You’re a cop,’ he said, ‘I guess I’m rather lucky you didn’t clock me one when I grabbed you earliertoday.’
He saw her smile, and then she turned to face him again. ‘Really lucky. I would’ve sent you flying. You don’t creep up on cops. Or women.’
Quinn wasn’t ready for their intimate conversation to turn sensual, but he had to ask. ‘Did you bring your handcuffs?’
Bonni rolled her eyes but got off the loveseat, crossing to where she had left her purse. He watched her hips sway, thinking shewalked nothing like a cop should walk. Suddenly, taking things slowly tonight seemed like the worst idea ever. She brought her purse back to the loveseat and fished out the thick black wallet he’d seen this morning. ‘Nope, just this.’
Quinn took it from her and flipped it open. ‘Your badge.’ One side had a photo ID card and a metal badge was on the other. He ran his fingers over the badge beforeclosing and handing it back.
‘So,Detective Connolly, what department are you in?’
‘Fraud. It’s mostly white-collar stuff, money-laundering, and some gaming stuff.’ And she gave him a stare that made him understand why she had been reluctant to tell him she was a cop.
Bonni held her breath as she waited for Quinn’s response. If he was mixed up in something shady, this could be the end of everythingright now. Instead, he reached down and grabbed her legs, swinging them on to his lap. He grunted a little when her boots accidentally dug into his finely toned stomach. ‘No worries, Detective, I only play in sanctioned events or for recreational purposes. Doing illegal shit is a good way to stop getting invited to the big-ticket events.’
