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I laugh. “No, but if you want that for your favor, I’m more than happy to oblige.”

She rolls her eyes.

The waitress comes to our table and puts down our food. “Need anything else?”

“I’m good, thanks,” Quinn says.

“I’m good, too. Thank you.”

She leans over her burger and fries and inhales deeply. “Mmm.”

“Wait till you taste it.”

Quinn takes a bite, closes her eyes, and moans.

Jesus. This girl is killing me.

I stare at her.

“What?”

“You cannot moan in public like that.”

“Why is that?”

“Because I’m trying to eat my burger, and my dick wants to escape out of my pants.”

Her lips twitch.

“Glad I could amuse you with my suffering.”

“Sorry.”

We eat a few bites of our burgers.

“Do your mom and brother still live in the Chicago area?”

She swallows then takes a sip of beer. “My brother is a VP for an insurance company.”

“What about your mom?”

Her voice lowers. “My mom is a personal assistant for a bigwig rich guy.”

“Why do I get the feeling you don’t like that?”

“I don’t. He’s been good to my mom—to our family. He helped my brother get his job. He pays my mom well enough, I guess.”

“But?”

She shifts uncomfortably. “Is it okay if we don’t talk about this?”

What is so bad she doesn’t want to talk about?

“Sure.”

“Thanks.” She downs the rest of her beer and stares at the empty glass.

What spooked her? Is it her mom? This bigwig?

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