They still stared, silently, as if her face was covered in green ooze and she was speaking in a foreign language.
Cara was the first to speak. “Wait, what? You fell in love?”
“Is that all you retained from everything I just said?”
She nodded, and Quinn smiled, letting her sister see the shine in her eyes. “I’m madly in love with Collin Menzie.” Quinn grinned bigger. “I bleed green.”
“Umm….I’m not sure that’s possible,” Becca said, tilting her head. “I’m pretty sure it’s closer to a crimson color.”
Yeah, okay. Quinn grabbed the handleof her suitcase, wound her arm through Becca’s and started toward the car.
A week later,eyeball deep in international paperwork, Quinn’s eyes were starting to cross when a knock sounded on her office door. She glanced up to find her secretary with a package in her hand. “This was just delivered for you.”
“Thanks.” Quinn smiled, hoping the package was from their new international attorney.
The package was heavier than she expected. Quinn ripped it open to find a hardback book inside so she slipped it out. It was the sequel to the book she’d suggested to Garth, the Menzie’s caretaker. She opened the cover to find an inscription on the first page.
An advanced copy for my pushy American friend. May the mystery, romance, and intrigue that I’ve written keep you entertained should you ever find yourself on a long flight back to Scotland.
Garth- “The Lumberjack.”
Not much shockedQuinn in life, but Garth was the author of one of her favoritebooks! This was indeed a twisted world. Heat flooded her cheeks as a smile split her lips. She flipped the book over to the author’s photo. It was the lumberjack, clean shaven and wearing a suit.
For two whole weeks, little trinkets started arriving at her office. Her lost dagger from Mavis, a package of cookies from Angus, and a red plaid bra from Ian with a note attached that said,Red yet?
No amount of Quinn’s mother’s nagging and bitching at dinner tonight could shake her resolve. Scotland called to her; going back wasn’t a whim. She truly missed Collin.
“You’re really doing this? You’re willing to uproot your entire life and career over a guy?” Cara asked, leaning against Quinn’s doorframe.
“I am,” Quinn answered, signing the last document that would seal her fate. She shoved the paper inside an envelope to send to the attorney. “He’s the one, Cara.”
She smiled as an out of breath Rebecca ran into Quinn’s office. “Quinn, I’m sorry to interrupt, but we have a situation.”
Quinn slowly rose from her seat. “What?”
“Misty has a caller on the line who insists he has a curse and is demanding to speak with you.”
A curse. Seriously? Quinn rounded her desk and stepped out into the call center, where all of the staff was working, some giving readings, some flipping tarot cards. It was just a typical day. Quinn spotted Misty across the room, standing in front of her computer, talking adamantly with her hands.
She looked relieved as she handed over her headset and stepped back to give Quinn room. Quinn slipped the headset on and cleared her throat. “Sir, we don’t handle curses.”
“Aye, so you’ve said, but I’m afraid I must insist.” Collin’s smooth baritone voice sounded like music to her ears, so she sat down in the chair and smiled.
“Is that so?” Her voice deepened to that of a phone sex operator.
“See, the thing is, my cook is psychic, and she’s had a vision.”
“Well, I’m sure the psychic cook can handle your curse problem.”
“No, luv. See the portrait she painted depicting the curse isnae one that can be handled without your help.”
Quinn leaned back in the chair and twirled her hair through her fingers. “You’ll have to tell me exactly what’s in this portrait.”
“Turn around and find out.”
Quinn spun in the chair to find Collin dressed in his sexy-ass kilt with a phonepressed against his ear, standing at the end of the row of cubicles. He was holding a portrait covered in brown paper.
Quinn tossed the headset onto the desk and sashayed toward him, unable to stop her grin. Ignoring the fact that he was holding whatever the painting was, she tossed her arms around his neck and kissed him with every bit of passion that had been building since the day she’d flown home.
