Page 38 of Sultry Nights

Jared finished his cinnamon roll, then drank the rest of his coffee. He stood up, "Okay. Well, I won't let you down."

"I'm sure you won't. By the way, what were you doing the other night with the flooring you were hauling out of here?"

"That's the flooring for the job at Mom's. Remember, she's redoing the flooring in her sunroom."

Quinn nodded. "Don't order any more products for her without talking to me. She's beginning to take advantage. And I'm being generous with beginning."

Jared nodded. "I get it, Dad."

Jared left his office, and Quinn sat at his desk. The folder with his new paperwork lay in front of him. He unlocked, and pulled out his bottom file drawer, tucked the paperwork into his personal folder, and closed and locked his drawer.

He wiggled the mouse for his computer and brought it to life, then quickly opened his project management software. He changed the access to allow Jared to make changes in the barracks job then sat back and let his thoughts run back to Hanna.

They'd spent every day for the past week together in the evenings, having dinner together, getting to know each other, and making love. Best week of his life. But always at the apartment above the bakery.

He pulled his phone from his pocket and sent her a text.

"How about we have a picnic dinner on the beach tonight?"

She didn't respond right away and assumed she was probably busy, so he wasn't going to worry about it. She had a business to run as well.

He pushed back from his desk, eager to meet the architect at the barracks. Just as he was about to leave his office, a man walked in the front door with a folder in his hand.

His tone was clipped and businesslike. "Are you Quinn Kurtz?"

Quinn nodded. "Yes, I am."

The man pulled some papers out of the folder and held them in front of Quinn. "You've been served."

Quinn numbly took the papers from the man just before he turned and stalked out of the office. Quinn looked down at the papers in his hand. He was being taken to court by his ex.

Didn't that just figure? He read through the paperwork. It was just as she had told him. She was taking him to court to receive a portion of his business. The ask was twenty percent. He damn near choked on his spit. No way in hell he was going to give her twenty percent of his profits for doing absolutely nothing.

So rather than heading to the job site, he was now going to his attorney's office to drop off these new papers. He told himself, it didn't matter. Grant was a great attorney.

He walked down the street instead of hopping in his truck, because he needed to work off this irritation. That bitch followed through on her threats this time.

Grant was on the opposite end of the square as Quinn's office. The walk would do him good. He himself had been imbibing in a few extra cinnamon rolls this past couple of weeks. But that was the good part of his life right now and he wasn't sorry.

He walked into Grant's office, and Jailisa, Grant's receptionist, greeted him with a smile. "Morning, Mr. Kurtz. How are you?"

He nodded. "I'm fine, Jailisa. How are you? How's your boy?"

"Oh, he's doing very well. He's in college now you know."

"College? My goodness I didn't realize he was that old already."

She raised her hand up in the air. "Tell me about it. I can't believe he's in college either."

Quinn nodded. "Good luck to him. I'm sure he'll do fine. He's a smart boy."

"Thank you, Mr. Kurtz. How can I help you?"

"Is Grant in? I know I don't have an appointment, but I just received some papers. I've been served."

Jailisa nodded slowly. "I'll see if he's available. Hang on."

She pushed herself out of her chair and walked down the hall to Grant's office. Within a couple of minutes, Grant followed Jailisa down the hall toward him. "Hey, Quinn."

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