Page 57 of Dust to Dust

“I’m starting to realize that.”

“Where are you going so early?”

“That seems a bit stalkery, don’t you think?”

He huffed into the phone. “Can’t I be interested in what you’re doing?”

“It’s all in the way you frame it. Saying, ‘So, what are you going to be up to today?’ is far more acceptable.”

“Isla, what are you going to be up to today before you come in for your shift?”

I couldn’t help giggling. Ugh, this man had me giggling of all things. I was a serious scientist, not a vapid co-ed. “I’m going to MIT to meet with my advisor.”

“Are you going to tell them that your big brain is driving men wild at the club?”

With a snort, I replied, “Yeah, it’s b-words like my boobs and butt, not my brain, that are getting the attention.”

“I bet if you started talking about the relationships between plant, animal, and human genetics they might lose their minds.”

I sucked in a breath. “You know about molecular biology?”

“I might’ve done a little research.”

Oh my God. This man was going to be the death of me. With a grin, I teasingly asked, “Will you lose your mind if I start talking about the cellular and subcellular level of organisms?”

“Will you be topless and grinding on my cock while you do it?”

“Quinn!” I admonished to which he laughed.

“I’m sorry, Little Dove.”

“I thought we were going to try getting to know each other better emotionally than physically.”

“I know everything I need to know to confirm how I feel about you.”

“Well, I need to catch up.”

“I don’t mind going slow.”

“There’s innuendo in there, right?”

“Maybe,” he teased.

“Ugh. You’re impossible.” After a glance at the time on the dashboard, I groaned. “Listen, I have to go, or I’m going to be late.”

“Be careful, and I’ll see you tonight.”

As I started backing down the drive, I caught sight of Niall. “You’re not going to start having me followed, are you?”

“No. I’m not that intense.”

“Good.”

“I might’ve put a tracking device on your car though.” At my screech of horror, Quinn merely laughed. “I’m only teasing, Isla.”

“Whatever,” I grumbled.

“Have a good day.”

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