Harlequin Special Edition October 2015, Box Set 1 of 2 Read Free Page B

and rolled to her back, but didn’t wake. He slid from the bed. Before settling the covers over her, he stole another long glance at her and got struck by a last hot bolt of pure lust at the sight of the faint marks he’d left on her perfect breasts, her pretty belly.
    They would fade soon, those marks. He tried not to wish...
    Uh-uh. Never mind. One night. That was the deal.
    He pulled on his clothes and went out the way he’d come in, noting that she hadn’t rearmed the alarm on the wall by the slider when she led him inside.
    Good. That meant he didn’t have to wake her to go. He locked the slider and then went out through the front door, which he could also lock behind him, thus securing her inside.
    He ran around the side of the house and then on down the hill.
    At home, he got the spare key from its hiding place under the stairs and let himself in. The house was just as he’d left it. Silent and dark.
    He stepped inside and shut the doors with barely a sound—and found Manny, his former trainer and longtime business partner, sitting in one of the big chairs by the moss rock fireplace. The old fighter switched on the lamp beside him. He wore a knowing grin on that roadmap of a face. “Hey, Crush. Where you been?”
    Quinn locked the doors. “Since when are you my mother?”
    Manny rumbled out a low laugh. “You and that gorgeous uptown blonde up the hill? I never had a clue.”
    â€œI don’t know what you’re talkin’ about.” Quinn headed for the stairs.
    Manny watched him go. “She’s a fine one. I find I am lookin’ at you with new respect.”
    â€œNight, Manny.”
    â€œGot news for you, Crush. It’s tomorrow already.”
    Quinn just kept walking. Manny’s knowing cackle followed him up the stairs.
    * * *
    Chloe was sound asleep when her alarm went off at seven.
    She woke with a smile, feeling thoroughly rested and a little bit sore. If it weren’t for that soreness and the small, already-fading red marks and bruises on her breasts and stomach, she almost might have been able to tell herself that the night before was all a dream.
    Not that she wanted to deny what had happened. It had been glorious. She’d loved every minute of it.
    As she sat up and stretched, yawning with gusto, she couldn’t help wishing she hadn’t told Quinn that she only wanted one night. Because he was remarkable. He’d given her hope that love and passion and tenderness weren’t all just some fantasy, some bright, naive dream that could never come true.
    She would love to spend more time with him.
    But she let her arms drop and her shoulders droop with a sigh.
    No. They had a deal and she would stick by it. He’d been great and the sex had been mind-blowing. Now she knew for certain that there were better lovers out there than Ted. She would be grateful for that and eventually, maybe, she’d find someone who made her want to take another chance on forever.
    She got ready for work and then had breakfast. The house phone rang just as she was heading out the door. Probably her mother. She’d check her messages later and call her back then.
    As she was pulling out of the driveway, her cell rang. She slipped the SUV into Park and checked the display. With a sigh, she gave in and answered. “Hi, Mom. Just on my way over to the showroom.”
    â€œBut it’s not even nine yet,” Linda Winchester complained. “You have time to stop by the house. Let me fix you some breakfast.”
    â€œI’ve already eaten. And I have to get the shop opened.”
    â€œSweetheart, it’s your shop. You’re the boss. No need to rush over there at the crack of dawn.”
    â€œCome on, Mom. A successful business doesn’t run itself.” Not that Your Way Interior Design was all that successful. Yet.
    â€œI hardly see you lately. We need to chat.”
    Chatting with her mother was the
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