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can’t breathe,” I said,
    wriggling beneath him.
    “Sorry.” He pulled out carefully and
    stood up. “I’ll be right back.”
    While he was in the bathroom, I
    rolled off the bed, scooped up my
    clothes from the floor, and headed to the
    other bathroom. After cleaning up a
    little, I got dressed and congratulated
    myself on a job well done. The snooping
    mission had been a bit of a debacle, but
    since the big picture goal had always
    been to get him in bed, this felt like a
    victory to me.
    A sweet, sticky victory.
    Smiling, I went back into the
    bedroom, where Quinn was pulling his
    shirt over his head. At the sight of his
    bare stomach and chest, my stomach did
    this little fliparoo thing that annoyed me.
    I need to get the hell out of here.
    Except wait…hadn’t I promised him
    some sort of date or something? He
    hadn’t meant tonight, had he? Crap. I
    didn’t want to go anywhere with him
    tonight. Besides, the weather was awful.
    “Look at all that snow,” I said
    purposefully. Quinn had opened the
    blinds and although it was five o’clock
    and getting dark, I could see it coming
    down like mad. I walked over to the
    window and looked out over white-
    blanketed rooftops. “It’s like a
    blizzard!”
    “It is.” Quinn came up behind me
    and nudged me in the back. “You better
    stay here tonight. The roads will be
    bad.”
    I smirked at him over my shoulder. “I

live upstairs, remember?”
    “Oh yeah.”
    I faced him. “Plus I don’t do
    sleepovers. It’s a rule.”
    His eyebrows went up. “There are
    rules?”
    “Yes. But I agree the roads will be
    bad. Was your class canceled tonight or
    something?”
    He grinned. “You know my
    schedule?”
    “No.” My cheeks started to tingle,
    which meant they were getting red. “Not
    your whole schedule.” I moved around
    him, heading for the door. “I’m just very
    observant, and I’ve noticed when you
    come and go. I assumed it was a class.”
    He followed me out of his room.
    “Aha. Well, anyway, yes, it was
    canceled, so I’m in for the night. What
    about you? Did you take the day off?”
    “Yes.”
    “And did you have any plans besides
    observing me in my natural habitat from
    your hidey hole in my closet?”
    We’d reached the living room, and I
    whirled around to face him, hands on my
    hips. “For the last time, I wasn’t
    spying!”
    “OK, OK.” He held up his hands in
    surrender. “Relax. I forgot—you were
    just curious.”
    “Exactly.”
    “So has your curiosity been
    satisfied, or would you like to know if
    I’m a good cook? I was thinking of
    making a pizza. Want to stay for dinner?”
    I’d been planning on going up to my
    apartment—I wasn’t one to linger after
    sex, unless a repeat performance was on
    the immediate horizon—but pizza
    sounded pretty good. Quickly I weighed
    my love for good pizza against my
    dislike for post-sex chatter. At that
    moment, my stomach growled, making
    the decision slightly easier. “OK. I’ll
    stay for pizza.” For pizza, not for you,
    get it?
    He smiled. “Good. We can talk about
    our dates.”
    “Dates? As in plural? I thought it
    was just one.”
    “Well, there’s the one first date. And
    then you said I could meet your friends,
    and then there’s the wedding. So
    that’s…” He counted on his fingers.
    “That’s like three dates.”
    My eyelid twitched. “Do you have
    any wine?”
    “No.”
    I moved for the door. “I’ll be right
    back.”
    NINE
    QUINN
    WHILE JAIME RAN upstairs for a
    bottle of wine, I opened my laptop, put
    on some music, and started taking out the
    ingredients to make pizza. When I was
    working a lot, I never ate things like
    pizza¸ but it was something I really
    enjoyed making and eating now that I
    didn’t have to be so strict about my diet.
    I even had a pizza peel and stone so I
    could do it right, and I’d grabbed my
    kitchen boxes out of storage last week so
    I could cook for myself again. Hotel
    living was horrible that way.
    I pulled