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curious. He pushed forward, intrigued that his angelic manager might have a decadent secret. “Don’t you find anyone who strives for midlevel as lacking courage?”
    “We’re hardly in the same book, forget being on the same page of normal?” She bristled as though insulted. The truth lay in the color rising from her chest and heating her skin.
    “Methinks thou dost protest way too much.” She didn’t fool him. His little commandant of the Den definitely was shielding herself. They’d crossed into some uncharted territory. He uncovered a tiny part—unusual—about her that he longed to sink his canines into that including her body bared him.
    She lifted her chin and stared him straight in the eye, defiance dripping from her stance. “Then prove it.”
    The line of fire he’d walk for a chance to take Sherry out did not matter; just so long as he’d have the chance and solve why she got under his skin. Fine, he’d lose the alcohol. Stay clean and sober. Maybe the dreams weren’t as bad as before.
    He clenched his jaw. “Time will tell. Won’t it?”

    Outside in the hall, Sherry stopped and leaned against the wall. What in hell just happened? For the last two years, she’d run the Den on her terms. That meant every staff member answered to her directives in the absence of Shawn, and even Quinn acquiesced to most of her decisions. Really, when she thought of it, nearly all of her decisions. That didn’t mean, he rolled over and let her have her way. No, he made her explain her rationales and then nodded either from boredom, or he had gotten a text, or something came up to steal his attention. But it had been all business. Never, ever any hanky-panky.
    It was lunacy to veer off course, especially with a shifter who could work a girl over with his achingly untamed good looks.
    Quinn personally owned the term badass with his Lycan kick-ass persona.
    What was she thinking? Crap. Of all the ways to get off track. She officially had done it—and with Quinn of all people. Normally in his Gieves & Hawke bespoke English woolen suits and #15 Savile Row tailored shirts, she established and kept the distance between them.
    How on Earth had she allowed herself to accept a potential date? Quinn was overpowering masculinity from head to foot, more so naked as she’d found out this morning. Frustrated, Sherry picked herself up off the wall.
    No argument Quinn burned the candle on both ends. And, she surmised, went for the middle on occasion. He worked hard, and partied harder… Wasn’t that what he preached? The shifter had most of the men beat in the looks department. Tall, dark, and brooding he wore all too well. Quinn possessed that English steely breeding and over-the-top arrogance. She was certain his family was listed in the official records book for Britain. Unlike hers. This was turning out to be a fine catastrophe.
    Sherry inhaled, straightened, and then started down the hall. She heard the sound of Quinn singing. “Lord above,” she muttered.
    He was a series of never ending contradictions. And being in his target sight, she seriously doubted it would be possible to walk away from his laser focused attention until he was ready to let go. The type of puzzle a careless woman could get hopelessly entranced in trying to solve. No wonder he possessed an endless list of dates. Men and women desired him. She had no idea which way he actually swung. Neck deep in naked flesh on too many occasions, but from all accounts, he did not give off the vibe that he sought male-on-male action.
    But what did she really know? Considering her lack of experience and the fact that he’d been in plenty of gatherings where anything and everything was a green light, meant she had no clue and best to keep it that way. The Sisterhood frowned upon caster dalliances. Her life had no room for screw ups. One bleep in her focus and the energy shield that ran along the ley fault line would falter. Her schedule was jam packed and tonight she