Page 19 of Stolen Hearts


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“Do we feel pretty set for the day?” Autumn asked.

“I feel like we got quite a bit accomplished.”

“Then let’s get out of here.”

“How are we getting these things out of here?”

“Leave that to me. We’ll pay up front and then I’ll arrange to have everything delivered.”

“You’re a full-service organization,” Quinn teased.

Quinn met Autumn’s eyes and didn’t look away. There was something warm and inviting about the deep whiskey-colored eyes staring back at her. Autumn felt the unmistakable crackle of electricity between them. There was something electric between them. Autumn couldn’t help but feel drawn in. Quinn gave a tiny cough, and Autumn realized she’d been staring at the woman without responding.

“I aim to please,” Autumn managed to say, her words sounding faint to her own ears.

If Quinn could sense anything behind Autumn’s words she didn’t let on. The woman’s customary grin hung from her lips. There was something about the way Quinn’s lips looked when she smiled that did something to Autumn. She wonderedwhat it would be like to suck Quinn’s lower lip between her teeth. That thought was enough to send a shiver through her body. She quickly pushed the thought aside.

Autumn set the order form with Quinn’s information on a tiny desk up front.

“They’re really trusting, aren’t they?”

“I think it’s just me. I know the woman who runs this place,” Autumn explained. Quinn gave a small nod of understanding. Autumn could practically see the wheels turning inside Quinn’s brain.

She pushed open the doors leading to the outside world. This was exactly what she needed. Autumn needed the world outside where there were other people besides her and Quinn. In the distance she could see the sun setting. The sight was beautiful enough that Autumn took a picture with her phone. She glanced over at Quinn and caught her smiling at her.

“I sometimes take pictures of really nice sunsets,” Autumn chuckled.

“There are worse past-times for sure,” Quinn teased.

Quinn still had a rather far off expression on her face. Autumn sighed; she knew she needed to ask the woman what was on her mind.

“Everything okay? You seem like you’re a million miles away,” Autumn offered.

“I’m great. I was just debating something.”

“Care to share what you’re debating?” Autumn grinned.

“I was going to ask you if you’d like to go grab some dinner with me.”

Autumn opened her mouth to decline the invitation, but Quinn halted her by holding up a hand.

“Not like a date. I thought it might be helpful if the two of us sat down and discussed the direction today’s purchases take the bar in.”

Autumn considered Quinn’s words. The woman wasn’t wrong. Having a meeting of the minds would be helpful. Her mouth turned to one side as she considered, then curved upward into a smile.

“That sounds like a really good plan,” Autumn conceded.

“Great. There’s a taco truck that’s always parked on the board walk. You want to meet me there?”

“Sounds perfect,” Autumn admitted.

On the way to the taco truck Autumn went over all the reasons she shouldn’t fall for Quinn.You don’t date clients.It isn’t a good look professionally. If you’re trying to build a good business reputation, then dating clients is not the way to do that.The memory of Quinn staring up at her from the couch came crashing through her thoughts. Against her will, Autumn’s core tightened. This was ridiculous. Ahead she saw the taco truck and pulled into the parking lot. Quinn waited for her leaning against her car, her dark hair a mess in the breeze. Fuck her life. Was there any situation where Quinn wouldn’t be attractive?

Quinn watched Autumn get out of her car and waved her over excitedly. Autumn couldn’t help but smile and wave back. There was something about Quinn’s thirst for life that was contagious. Fortunately, Autumn had brought along her mockups for the bar today. She was excited to show Quinn what she’d been working on.

“Are those the mockups?” Quinn asked.

“They are.” Autumn’s smile broadened; Quinn’s excitement was contagious.