This time, he melted intothe work, eyes closed and lips moving, swaying side to side as he got into whathe was doing.
I didn’t need to beable to hear him sing to know this was a good take. Everything about him toldme it was. He’d never looked more at home, more comfortable in his own skin.
He was glowing when he cameout of the booth. I couldn’t look away from him, and I wasn’t the only one,either. None of us could.
When he was in a good mood,when he was reallythere, doing his best work, Quinn was somethingamazing. Something special.
“That’s the one,” he said,grinning. “That was perfect, I know it.”
Dave handed him a pair ofheadphones, and Quinn perched on the little faux-leather console chair and putthem on, wriggling with excitement.
I wanted to go and put myhand on his shoulder, squeeze it tight, let him know that I was proud of him.But I didn’tthink he’d appreciate that. Not right now, anyway.
By the end of the track,Quinn was laughing, joy and relief written all over him.
“Perfect,” he said, handingthe headphones back. “I’m good at this.”
“You are,” Lucy agreed. “Thatsounded awesome.”
Quinn glanced at me, andthen everyone else before standing and stretching his arms high above his head,yawning.
“Okay. Let’s take anotherbreak and get back to what we’re meant to be doing in… twenty?”
“Whatever you say, boss,”Dave responded, hanging his headphones on a hook and unplugging the USB stick. “Backin twenty.”
“NowI’m hungry,” Quinnsaid as I followed him out of the room and down the hall. “I’m going across thestreet for more pastries, if you wanna come with me.”
I would have followed himanywhere. He was glowing with happiness.
“I thought you’d never ask.”
THIRTEEN
QUINN
Fox turned to me in theelevator on the way back up to the recording studio and brushed a pastry flakefrom the side of my lips.
It was maybe the mostintimate moment of my life and I wanted to kiss him all over again.
“Can’t take you anywhere,”he said, dusting his hands off with a tiny smile that made my insides feel likemolten marshmallow.
“You can take me home later,”I offered. I’d been thinking about that since Fox had kissed me, how I wantedto go home and let him rip my clothes off and do whatever he wanted to me.
I knew now that I couldtrust him.
“That could be arranged.”Fox smirked.
DamnI loved thatsmirk. If I was in the habit of wearing panties, it would have been enough tomelt them.
The elevator pinged before Icould respond, doors opening onto the floor I was working on.
To reveal my uncle pacingback and forth in the wide hallway.
His gaze swung to theelevator, settling on me like one of the laser sights sniper rifles had in themovies.
“There you are,” he saidbefore I’d even managed to step out, Fox following behind me.
I knew he wanted to step infront. I couldfeelthe tension radiating off him.
