Catcalls and cheers sounded throughout the room, but none of that mattered. She broke the kiss but kept her hold. “What are you doing here?”
“I came to bring you home, and there’s this portrait business we need to discuss.”
“Well then,” Quinn said, pulling at the hem of her suit jacket and stepping back. “Business first and then pleasure. Lots and lots of pleasure.”
His eyes twinkled with mischief. “Pleasure’s gonna have to wait. We have dinner plans after business.”
Quinn’s brows dipped as she led him into her office and closed the door behind them. If she’d had blinds, she would have dropped them too. “You’re not even in town for a day, and you’ve already made friends?”
“What can I say? I’m a likable guy.”
“Yes, you are.” Quinn crossed the room and cupped his cheek. “I’ve missedyou.”
He lowered his head and melded his mouth with hers before he broke the kiss. “Business first.”
“Okay, show it to me. We handled the last curse. We can handle this one.”
He lifted it into the chair, and with her stomach tied in knots, Quinn tore the paper off and stared with her mouth agape.
The painting depicted Collin standing behind Quinn while she held a baby swaddled in a green plaid blanket.
“It appears we’re cursed to have bairns.”
“Who?” Quinn shook the surprise from her head.
As if reading her thoughts, he answered, “Mavis painted it after another one of her visions.”
“But I’m not….”
“Pregnant,” he answered wrapping his arms around her waist. “No’ yet.” He placed a kiss on her neck. “Grab your purse. We’re going to be late.”
“Late, where?” she asked, grabbing her purse from the drawer.
“You’ll see.” He chuckled and led her out of the building, as if he’d been there a million times before, and into a waiting limo. She couldn’t wipe the happiness from her face or ignore the fact that they were alone. She hiked her business skirtup and climbed into his lap. “I’m glad you’re here.”
“Me too. I figured I gave you enough time to miss me.”
Laughter erupted from her lips. “If that were the case, you could have followed me home. I missed you before takeoff.”
His hands trailed a path up her back and into her hair. He pulled the clip free, letting her red curls fall. “Dinner, then pleasure.”
“Pleasure and then dinner,” she corrected, unbuttoning the top button of her blouse.
“We’re here.” He redid the button and eased her off his lap. Quinn glanced out the window and up at the familiar three-story beach house.
“Why are we at my parents?” she asked, feeling a bit agitated that she had to share Collin with them so soon.
“I was invited to dinner,” he answered, as if that explained everything. He slipped out of the limo and held out his hand. “I couldnae say no.”
“Yes, yes, you could have.” Her voice rose an octave as she took his hand and got out. “You aren’t going to do something cliché like propose marriage in front of them, are you?”
He kissed her lips and whispered in her ear. “Worse.”
He pulled Quinn to the door.
“Wait, what could be worse?” she asked as the door swung open. Ian was standing on the threshold in his kilt.
“There’s my favorite American.” He stepped out and crushed her in his arms, spinning her like a girl with a new doll.
