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Another laugh. “I might be able to help you.”
“Changed my mind. This conversation is not happening.”
“I’m just saying I know some stuff…and hey, I’m putting myself out there by admitting this, too, right? You can trust me.”
Hunter knew what Quinn meant. He glared back over his shoulder. “Not now.” Then he huffed a breath. “Not here, anyway. Maybe we can get a drink after work?”
“Sure man. Whatever you want.”
“And not a word of this to Serena in Vegas.”
Quinn shrugged. “Your sub, your rules.”
“She’s not my… Okay, whatever. My rule is that we stop talking about this.”
“Got it. Come spot me?”
“Sure.”
“It’s not a big deal, man.”
Maybe not to Quinn.
Hunter, on the other hand… he needed to do some research.
