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with.” He chuckled, and I
didn’t like it. “You know the guy’s only a few years older than
you. If you’re nice to him, who knows, maybe he’ll want to
marry you in the end.”
    Quinn deserved a slap for his teasing.
Scowling at him, I ground my teeth. “Did he tell you that he left
me alone in the hallway today after he freed me from the
handcuffs?”
    Quinn frowned at the red light stopping us
for a moment. “Did he? Really?”
    “Yes, he went to the bathroom. So what does
that tell us about him?”
    “That he trusted you?”
    “No!” Interesting that Quinn came up with
the same words as the blond guy. “It only shows how irresponsible
he is. Leaving a criminal alone.”
    “And what an evil criminal you are.”
    Damn him for the playful glint in his
eyes.
    Two minutes later, my heart sank to my gut
as Quinn parked the car in front of a pub called Antonio’s and cut the engine. A few deep breaths couldn’t ease my tension.
Quinn studied my face for a moment then opened his mouth.
    I cut him off, pointing my finger at his
face. “If you’re going to say, Just grin and bear it ! I’ll punch your nose.”
    His laugh echoed inside the cabin. He
ruffled my hair and brushed my cheek. “Keep the fight up, tiger. I
know you can do this.” Then he climbed out of the car.
    Finger at the ready, I waited to push the
button to lock the doors from the inside as soon as he slammed the
door shut. Damn, I shouldn’t have declined when Debby offered to
show me how to short-circuit a car.
    The car door still open, Quinn looked back
at me. “Are you coming?”
    “Yeah, don’t worry, policeman. I’m hot on
your heels.”
    He waited until I was out of the BMW before
he shut his door. The man knew me too damn well. He pushed a button
on his key. The turn signals flashed twice while the car doors
locked automatically. I waited for him to circle the car then hung
on to his arm.
    “Did you bring your gun?” I whispered with
my head turned to his shoulder as pedestrians walked by.
    “What do you need a gun for?”
    “You never know. They come in handy at
times. Have you ever shot a dragon?”
    “ Jona .” His growl came with a
playful bump of his hip against mine.
    I tripped over my Martens’ untied laces and
stumbled. When Quinn grabbed me, giggles erupted from my chest.
    “By the way,” he said under his breath. “His
name is Julian.”
    “Julian.” The name rolled off my tongue.
    I glanced up from my laces to the pub
entrance and found myself staring into the angelic blue eyes of a
French god.

 
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    DAMN! I HAD to say Julian’s name at entirely
the wrong moment, didn’t I? The hem of my hoodie caught in my death
grip as I bit my wayward tongue.
    Even in the dimly lit street, I must have
glowed like an overripe strawberry with the heat shooting across my
face. Quinn got the full blast of my scowl for steering me into
this embarrassing situation. I’ll eat my hat if Julian doesn’t
guess we were talking about him . It surely lifted his ego above
London’s roofs.
    He stood right beside my mother and slung
his leather jacket over his shoulder, hooking it with one finger.
The white shirt he wore accentuated his deep blue eyes. He stared
at me with a knowing smile. A crooked one. Way too beautiful.
    I mentally slapped myself. What was wrong
with me? So far a smile had never made me lose control and forget
myself. Actually, I was usually quite immune to any boy’s
charm.
    After Quinn had shaken hands with the
dragon, he nudged me in the back and held his hand out to Julian.
“Jules. How’re you doing?”
    Jules ? Did I miss
something?
    Julian knocked his hand into Quinn’s.
Memories of his cool fingers around my wrist mocked me from the
back of my mind. Suddenly, all I could think of was to hold out my
hand to this stranger and beg for the pleasure of his touch. His
fingers, long and masculine, seemed like they could coax a soft
purr of surrender from even the most terrifying of