Page 6 of A Convenient Ring to Claim Her

“You’remeetingsomeone? This morning, you made it sound as though it was a night out.”Hemade it sound as though he’d caught her in a lie.

“I didn’t say anything.” Eden had told him they were going dancing. Quinn hadn’t been compelled to fill in any blanks. She felt disloyal at what she had just revealed, but she was also still clapping back at his rebuff.

“Who are you meeting?” he demanded to know.

“No one you’ll have to duel at dawn.” She deliberately rolled her eyes at him. How did he like being treated like an annoying, interfering adult? “Eden met him at the Louvre the other day. Remy something. He asked us to join him at his friend’s club. We meet up with guys at clubs in Toronto all the time.” By that she meant virtually never. “I should change. Have a nice evening.”

The penetrating way he had stared at her as she walked away had been deeply satisfying. Quinn had flattered herself he was jealous, but that wasn’t what it had been at all.

Not. At. All.

“Which hotel?” Micah asked, abruptly slowing for traffic and yanking her mind back to this circus train wreck of a day.

They were entering Niagara Falls, a natural wonder surrounded by high-rise hotels and gaudy tourist traps.

“I don’t recall.” She pulled out her phone.

“You always recall.”

She did have an excellent memory. She also needed to text Eden to warn her Micah was with her. She did that as she told him the name of the hotel.

It was easy to spot, being one of the best situated behemoths with a view of the falls.

Micah pulled into the entrance and handed his keys to the valet, telling him to keep it handy.

“Which room?” he asked Quinn.

“She’s not responding.” Quinn texted again.

Micah strode to the concierge and asked him to ring Eden Bellamy’s room.

A few taps of the keys, then, “I’m sorry, sir. We don’t seem to have—”

“Try Remy Sylvain.”

“Of course. If you’d like to pick up the extension there...” He pointed at the nearby table.

Micah snatched up the receiver and, when the call was answered, said, “Give me Eden.” A pause, then, “Why are you in his room?”

Ugh. What was it about this man and that one?

“He caught me catching the rideshare.” Quinn stood close enough to Micah that Eden would hear her through the receiver. “Read your texts.”

“You.” Micah waved the concierge to approach them. “Tell him to let us up to your room,” he told Eden, then handed the phone to the confused young man.

Seconds later, they were striding into an elevator. The young man leaning in to tap his card and push a button.

As the doors closed, Quinn was compelled to ask, “Do you ever stand outside yourself and see what a rampaging grizzly bear you are?”

“This is not a good moment to pick a fight with me, Quinn.”

He wanted one, she realized. Maybe a real one.

A grave fear settled over her like a dark shadow.

“Micah, please don’t be violent.”

His cheek ticked. “I won’t.”

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