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What’s gonna happen when Hugh goes back to traveling and Aubrey’s left behind and some hot chick hits on him, huh? You don’t think he’s going to wonder about all he’s missing?”
“No, I don’t! When did you become so cynical? When you fall in love, you don’t sit around thinking about what you’re missing!”
“Says you.”
“Says anyone who’s ever been in love! You mean to tell me that in all of the relationships you’ve had, you’ve never been in love?” Then she stopped and shook her head. “What am I saying? Of course you haven’t.”
“No, I haven’t, and it’s not a crime.”
She studied him for a long moment before a small smile played across her face. Quinn knew that look and it kind of freaked him out.
“What are you thinking?” he forced himself to ask.
“I think it would be kind of fun to watch all of those things happen to you.”
“All of what?”
The song ended and Anna stepped away from him and started walking back toward her table. Quinn was hot on her heels, and just as she was about to sit down, he placed a hand on her arm and gently spun her around. “All of what? What the hell are you talking about?” he demanded.
“Tell me something…describe your perfect woman.”
He swallowed hard because right now the only woman he could picture was her. Needing a moment, he tried to come off as being bored. “Why?”
“Just humor me. Please.” She crossed her arms over her coral bridesmaid gown.
With a sigh, he mimicked her pose. “Okay, the perfect woman… She’d be tall, skinny but curvy.” He stopped and thought a little more. “Big boobs, the kind of ass that—”
“Okay, stop describing the latest Playboy centerfold, perv,” she interrupted. “Personality. Let’s focus on the kind of personality you look for in a woman.”
“I don’t look at personality,” he said, his tone challenging.
“Fine,” she said with a huff. “Here’s the thing, Quinn, sooner or later you’re going to find a woman who is your ideal—in looks and personality. She’ll be someone you’re going to want to stick around for more than a night or two, and when it happens, you’ll have to eat those words.”
“What words?”
“You’re such a douche sometimes,” she said, shaking her head. “You’re going to realize you’re no different from your brothers. They found the perfect woman for them.”
“Not gonna happen, Anna. There is no perfect woman out there—for me or otherwise.”
“So cynical.”
“I’m a realist. There is no such thing as perfect,” he said with a shrug.
“So if you met a woman who…let’s just say…enjoyed racing. It wouldn’t mean anything to you?”
He shook his head. “Not particularly.”
“What if she enjoyed other sports too—particularly baseball. Then what?”
He thought about it for a minute. “Well, it would be cool, sure. But it wouldn’t make her perfect.”
“And she could cook.”
“Lots of women can cook.”
“And she knew how to fix cars.”
“Keep talking…”
“And she was independent—not clingy—and preferred burgers and pizza to steak and lobster.”
“Does she have a nice ass?” he asked, a smirk on his face.
“Naturally.”
“And is she good in bed?”
“Like a goddess,” Anna instantly replied.
Quinn took a moment to process it all. “Okay, you find me that woman, and I’ll eat my words about Hugh and Aidan and let you do the ‘I told you so’ dance.”
Anna’s smile grew. “You’re on.”
* * *
For the remainder of the weekend, Anna had to wonder what in the world had gotten into her. Why had she even made that bet with Quinn? She didn’t want him to find the perfect woman; she wanted him to find… her !
It wasn’t until she was driving home that the idea came to her—she was already in the process of making herself over. Why not make herself over into the woman she described to Quinn? She almost squealed with joy. It wouldn’t take much. Most of the
“No, I don’t! When did you become so cynical? When you fall in love, you don’t sit around thinking about what you’re missing!”
“Says you.”
“Says anyone who’s ever been in love! You mean to tell me that in all of the relationships you’ve had, you’ve never been in love?” Then she stopped and shook her head. “What am I saying? Of course you haven’t.”
“No, I haven’t, and it’s not a crime.”
She studied him for a long moment before a small smile played across her face. Quinn knew that look and it kind of freaked him out.
“What are you thinking?” he forced himself to ask.
“I think it would be kind of fun to watch all of those things happen to you.”
“All of what?”
The song ended and Anna stepped away from him and started walking back toward her table. Quinn was hot on her heels, and just as she was about to sit down, he placed a hand on her arm and gently spun her around. “All of what? What the hell are you talking about?” he demanded.
“Tell me something…describe your perfect woman.”
He swallowed hard because right now the only woman he could picture was her. Needing a moment, he tried to come off as being bored. “Why?”
“Just humor me. Please.” She crossed her arms over her coral bridesmaid gown.
With a sigh, he mimicked her pose. “Okay, the perfect woman… She’d be tall, skinny but curvy.” He stopped and thought a little more. “Big boobs, the kind of ass that—”
“Okay, stop describing the latest Playboy centerfold, perv,” she interrupted. “Personality. Let’s focus on the kind of personality you look for in a woman.”
“I don’t look at personality,” he said, his tone challenging.
“Fine,” she said with a huff. “Here’s the thing, Quinn, sooner or later you’re going to find a woman who is your ideal—in looks and personality. She’ll be someone you’re going to want to stick around for more than a night or two, and when it happens, you’ll have to eat those words.”
“What words?”
“You’re such a douche sometimes,” she said, shaking her head. “You’re going to realize you’re no different from your brothers. They found the perfect woman for them.”
“Not gonna happen, Anna. There is no perfect woman out there—for me or otherwise.”
“So cynical.”
“I’m a realist. There is no such thing as perfect,” he said with a shrug.
“So if you met a woman who…let’s just say…enjoyed racing. It wouldn’t mean anything to you?”
He shook his head. “Not particularly.”
“What if she enjoyed other sports too—particularly baseball. Then what?”
He thought about it for a minute. “Well, it would be cool, sure. But it wouldn’t make her perfect.”
“And she could cook.”
“Lots of women can cook.”
“And she knew how to fix cars.”
“Keep talking…”
“And she was independent—not clingy—and preferred burgers and pizza to steak and lobster.”
“Does she have a nice ass?” he asked, a smirk on his face.
“Naturally.”
“And is she good in bed?”
“Like a goddess,” Anna instantly replied.
Quinn took a moment to process it all. “Okay, you find me that woman, and I’ll eat my words about Hugh and Aidan and let you do the ‘I told you so’ dance.”
Anna’s smile grew. “You’re on.”
* * *
For the remainder of the weekend, Anna had to wonder what in the world had gotten into her. Why had she even made that bet with Quinn? She didn’t want him to find the perfect woman; she wanted him to find… her !
It wasn’t until she was driving home that the idea came to her—she was already in the process of making herself over. Why not make herself over into the woman she described to Quinn? She almost squealed with joy. It wouldn’t take much. Most of the
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