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“Ready?”
“Yeah. I need my bed.” Patience yawned. “I seriously don’t know how you’re still standing.” Patience nudged him with her shoulder.
“I’m used to it. We get sleep when we can. There have been many times I’ve gone days without it. It’s not a big deal.”
“I’d die. If I don’t get at least four hours, I’m worthless.” Patience yawned again and laughed. “Sorry.”
Quinn shook his head. “No problem. Let’s get you to bed. Although we need to get through Snowmaggeden first.”
“Ugh, I was trying to forget about that. I bet they won’t even be able to find my car in the parking lot by the time this stops. Oh shit. I need to deal with that before work, too. Hopefully, the weather gets better and I can catch an Uber to get to there. How could I forget I didn’t have my car?”
“I’ll have Henry tow your car when he picks up Felicity’s. I don’t trust your mechanic. No car should break down less than a week after it’s serviced.”
“You’re probably right. He probably saw a single female and figured I didn’t know jack shit. He’d be right, too. But thanks.I don’t know how I’m going to pay you back for all the help tonight,” Patience said as they stepped into the elevator.
“You’re not paying me back for anything. I’m a SEAL. It’s what I do—help people. Usually in foreign countries, but still. I can take you to work. I’ll even bring you by here to see Felicity again,” he said before he could stop himself.
Quinn ran his hand through his hair, wanting to give it a good yank. He needed to snap out of it. What the fuck was he doing? He was supposed to be pushing her away, not making excuses to be close to her. Helping people? That was laughable. It wasn’t even the truth. Most missions were about destroying the threat, aka killing their targets. She definitely didn’t need to know that. Although if he told her, maybe she’d run as fast as she could in the other direction. Fuck, he was even more jaded than he thought.
Quinn averted his gaze from her where she stood next to him, looking up at him like he hung the moon. It took every ounce of his training not to lift her into his arms and ravage her lips and mouth until neither of them could breathe.
CHAPTER 11
PATIENCE
Patience was dying to ask Quinn about Rick Kern, but she was also afraid to push the bear. From the moment they’d stepped into the elevator, he looked like he was ready to unalive someone. He didn’t sound pissed off, but she knew anatomy better than the average person and the strain in the tendons in his neck and the way he held his shoulders made it obvious.
As the elevator doors slid open, bringing them back to the first floor, she kept quiet, waiting for him to relax or punch a wall. At least if he broke his hand, they were in the right place to get it fixed. She smirked at her own joke.
“Stay here while I get the truck,” he grumbled.
Patience opened her mouth to tell him she could easily make it through some snow. Then she saw his expression and the tick in his jaw. She snapped her lips shut with a nod, reminding herself to not poke the furious SEAL.
As she watched, his stiff form made its way across the almost empty waiting area and out into the snow. It didn’t take long for him to disappear into the blizzard.
Pulling her coat on, she made her way toward the doors. The snow didn’t look like it had let up in all the time she’d beeninside the hospital. From the look of the parking lot, there had to be about ten inches of snow, probably more. It was windy as hell, too. Dammit. Maybe she wouldn’t be going to work later. Patience doubted Pam would open the Ready Room if the weather was still bad.
As she stared outside, Quinn’s truck pulled up under the overhang. Hurrying outside, she almost made it to the truck before he’d gotten out and held the door for her. He might be a total caveman, but he was the only man to hold a door for her besides her dad.
“Thank you,” she said as he helped her into the truck.
“No problem.”
Buckling her seatbelt, she almost sighed at the feel of the heated seat on her butt. Next car she bought would have heated seats. It had to be the best thing ever.
A few moments later, Quinn slid into the driver’s seat. He caught her watching him and quirked his eyebrow. Those sexy, expressive red brows might just be the end of her. Of course, her mind went to seeing him stare up at her from between her thighs, his chin glistening with her arousal. Her moans would echo off the walls of her bedroom. Why did he have to be so freaking sexy? Or at least feel the same way about her?Dammit.
“Are you okay?” Quinn asked. “You look a little flushed. Are you feeling sick?”
Hell yeah, she was hot. Not that she’d be telling him why. “I’m okay. Probably just the change from freezing outside to the heat of the truck.”
Patience needed to get a grip on these spontaneous fantasies. Grip. Ugh. That reminded her of what else she’d like to grip. And there she went again, falling down the Quinn rabbit hole. She needed to stop reading so many erotic romances. It wasn’t safe for a virgin. All those books had to be the reason everything about Quinn filled her with need. It was ridiculous how oftenshe’d go home with her panties wet after seeing him. He hadn’t even done anything to prompt any of this.
What was it called? Transference? It had to be something like that. Quinn made the guys she’d liked before seem like little boys. There was something about him that drew her to him like a bee to pollen. If she wasn’t careful, she’d be drooling all over him before they got back to her apartment.
This right here was some next-level arousal, and from his perpetual disdain, totally unrequited. If she was going to get any sleep tonight, she’d have to pull out her vibrator first.
He seemed to accept her excuse. “If you’re too hot, you can adjust the heat.”
