Page 25 of As You Crave It

Quin’s heart pounded. Had he blown the deal entirely because Jared had seen him coming out of Celia’s stateroom? What would he tell Reid? Idiot! he cursed himself.

“Let’s leave it until tomorrow. I don’t like to discuss work this late in the evening.”

“Right. It’s probably best to be well-rested.”

“If we get around to discussing work in the next couple of days, great.”

“And if not?” Quin asked.

“Not everything is meant to be, I guess.” Jared seemed to be distracted. He nodded at the closed door. “What were you doing in Celia’s room?”

“She had an issue with the sink in her bathroom,” Quin said, lying easily.

“There’s a crew to take care of things like that.”

Quin shrugged. “No need to bother the crew. It was a simple fix.” He smiled broadly, hoping to take Jared’s attention from Celia’s door. “Are you headed to bed already, Foster? I’ve still got some of thoseCuban cigars to share.” He walked past Jared, patting him on the front pocket where he kept the cigars—a show of dominance for himself. “Let’s go. We’ll have a little conversation.”

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