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the names of at least half a dozen classic bassists who were better scrolled through Roz’s thoughts. She owed Quinn that. It had taken her a long time to admit he’d done some good things for her—taught her things she wouldn’t have known on her own, but she could now. Which was why she didn’t understand her own apprehension over tomorrow morning. She kept the list of names to herself. She knew Ana was just talking.
“Hello, fill me in?” Dorothy prompted.
“Lionheart,” Ana offered before Roz could. “Their lead singer is coming to check out the studio.”
Roz knew most girls, and just as many women, squealed at that name. Some of her own staff even had, and they had famous people in studio all the time. Her friends though…they knew her better than that.
“Quinn.” Dorothy managed the word with as much knowledge and understanding as a single syllable could carry.
Roz flinched. It was a good thing she still had them on chat. “Yeah.”
“I’m sorry, hon.” Dorothy’s sympathy was nearly tangible. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.” Forcing her tone to remain casual helped take the edge off Roz’s tension. Almost. “It was three years ago. A stupid college crush. It’s not like I’m still holding a flame.”
She really wasn’t. She’d dated seriously since then, moved on, all of it. Sure, sometimes she missed how well they knew each other’s ins and outs; the way they frequently seemed to be thinking the same thing, even without saying so; and yeah, the way he made her moan. But they’d dated because they liked each other. She was allowed to have fond memories of their time together and still consider herself over him. “I need customers to keep my business running, they need to use my equipment.”
“You should use his equipment. Show him what he gave up. Torture him a little before you cut him loose,” Ana said.
Roz obliterated the part of her that snagged the idea and danced around in her skull with it. “Listen when I say this, unlike the last fifty times I’ve said it. This is business.”
“At least show him how much better off you are without him.” A persuasive edge lined Ana’s suggestion.
“She owns a one-of-a-kind, state-of-the-art video studio she designed from the ground up,” Dorothy said. “That’s pretty good proof that she’s rocking life just fine on her own.”
This wasn’t getting Roz anywhere. A yawn stretched her mouth wide, and her eyes watered. She needed to get home, before she passed out at her desk. Again. But she’d have to take off the glasses, and either end the chat or transfer over to her ear piece to keep talking. Another yawn followed on the tail of the first. “I need to sleep. Sorry, ladies.”
They said their good nights—good mornings, in Dorothy’s case—and then Roz tossed her glasses on top of her desk. As she finished shutting down the office for the evening, Ana’s words echoed in her head.
There was no reason to give Quinn any indicator at all that she cared about what had happened back then. She didn’t. So why couldn’t she get rid of the thought of showing what he was missing out on? And that’s all it would be. She wouldn’t be trying to win him back or anything.
Her phone chimed, and she glanced at the text from Ana.
If you change your mind, I can be at your place first thing with something sexy.
Roz dropped her phone back in her purse. No, she wasn’t going to do that. She’d be professional and polite, and the day would pass before she knew it. She didn’t care what Quinn thought. That was a past she’d made a conscious decision to leave behind.
Chapter Two
Trees passed by the Mag-Car window at high speed. Quinn’s attention wandered over the scenery. He’d missed Emerald City. Not a lot of places in the US had so much green left.
An image danced through his thoughts—black hair draping pale shoulders, covering a gorgeous, bare figure. His body reacted to the memory, and he shoved it all aside.
“Hello, fill me in?” Dorothy prompted.
“Lionheart,” Ana offered before Roz could. “Their lead singer is coming to check out the studio.”
Roz knew most girls, and just as many women, squealed at that name. Some of her own staff even had, and they had famous people in studio all the time. Her friends though…they knew her better than that.
“Quinn.” Dorothy managed the word with as much knowledge and understanding as a single syllable could carry.
Roz flinched. It was a good thing she still had them on chat. “Yeah.”
“I’m sorry, hon.” Dorothy’s sympathy was nearly tangible. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.” Forcing her tone to remain casual helped take the edge off Roz’s tension. Almost. “It was three years ago. A stupid college crush. It’s not like I’m still holding a flame.”
She really wasn’t. She’d dated seriously since then, moved on, all of it. Sure, sometimes she missed how well they knew each other’s ins and outs; the way they frequently seemed to be thinking the same thing, even without saying so; and yeah, the way he made her moan. But they’d dated because they liked each other. She was allowed to have fond memories of their time together and still consider herself over him. “I need customers to keep my business running, they need to use my equipment.”
“You should use his equipment. Show him what he gave up. Torture him a little before you cut him loose,” Ana said.
Roz obliterated the part of her that snagged the idea and danced around in her skull with it. “Listen when I say this, unlike the last fifty times I’ve said it. This is business.”
“At least show him how much better off you are without him.” A persuasive edge lined Ana’s suggestion.
“She owns a one-of-a-kind, state-of-the-art video studio she designed from the ground up,” Dorothy said. “That’s pretty good proof that she’s rocking life just fine on her own.”
This wasn’t getting Roz anywhere. A yawn stretched her mouth wide, and her eyes watered. She needed to get home, before she passed out at her desk. Again. But she’d have to take off the glasses, and either end the chat or transfer over to her ear piece to keep talking. Another yawn followed on the tail of the first. “I need to sleep. Sorry, ladies.”
They said their good nights—good mornings, in Dorothy’s case—and then Roz tossed her glasses on top of her desk. As she finished shutting down the office for the evening, Ana’s words echoed in her head.
There was no reason to give Quinn any indicator at all that she cared about what had happened back then. She didn’t. So why couldn’t she get rid of the thought of showing what he was missing out on? And that’s all it would be. She wouldn’t be trying to win him back or anything.
Her phone chimed, and she glanced at the text from Ana.
If you change your mind, I can be at your place first thing with something sexy.
Roz dropped her phone back in her purse. No, she wasn’t going to do that. She’d be professional and polite, and the day would pass before she knew it. She didn’t care what Quinn thought. That was a past she’d made a conscious decision to leave behind.
Chapter Two
Trees passed by the Mag-Car window at high speed. Quinn’s attention wandered over the scenery. He’d missed Emerald City. Not a lot of places in the US had so much green left.
An image danced through his thoughts—black hair draping pale shoulders, covering a gorgeous, bare figure. His body reacted to the memory, and he shoved it all aside.
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