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“No?”

“No.”

So he’s a gentleman, too?

“Thanks, Terry.” He puts his hand on my lower back.

“Have a great night,” the driver says as we walk away.

We get into the building, through security, and to the elevator. He punches in a code. No one is in it except us, but he stands right next to me and glances down.

“What?” I nervously ask.

“Hungry?”

To devour your body.

“I only had coffee today, so yes, I’m starving.”

“Why didn’t you say something? I would have gotten you some food.”

“That’s sweet of you, but I don’t think I could have eaten at the hospital. Too many nerves.”

“You want to go out or stay in?”

Out as in a date? No, he’s being a good host. Get your mind out of the gutter, Quinn.

The elevator opens. “I’m up for anything.”

I don’t know what to make of his amused grin. We step out into the small corridor, and he opens the door into the penthouse.

“Wow. This is beautiful.” The windows overlook Manhattan, and the night sky is twinkling with the lights of the city. Just like Chase said, there is plenty of room. The place is huge.

Jamison guides me into the kitchen where Vivian is sitting on a barstool, and Chase is pouring her a glass of red wine.

“Want a drink?” he asks me.

“That would be great. I’ll have a glass of whatever that is.”

“It’s a Malbec.”

“That works.”

“Jamison?”

“Sounds good.”

Jamison pulls a barstool out for me to sit down then walks over to the fridge and peers inside. Shutting the refrigerator, he turns toward us. “Ladies, you want to go out for dinner, or do you want my famous apple-grilled cheese sandwiches?”

“They are pretty amazing,” Chase tells us.

“By all means, show us your skills, then,” Vivian says.

I take a sip of wine. A delicious mix of blackberry, plum, and cherry hits my tongue, followed by a smoky finish. I moan.

“Jesus, Quinn. Don’t have an orgasm over the wine,” Vivian teases me.

“What? It’s delicious.”

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