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knew her eyes had been about to drop straight out of the

sockets and go rolling over the floor to land at Quinn’s feet,

she’d been staring so hard. Even if they had, they would have

turned up and taken a good look at that angle too.

“Well…” Jim flipped through the folder on his desk,

rapidly shuffling papers. His face was a brand new shade of

scarlet.

Dallas wondered if he normally turned into someone

strange when looking at beautiful women. Apparently Dallas

herself wasn’t in the model gorgeous, goddess category in

Jim’s books, because he hadn’t been flustered at all when they

met. It was quite a reaction, given that he’d probably already

met Quinn once or even twice for the reading of the will that

first time.

Quinn sat in the chair beside Dallas. Even though it was a

couple feet to her right, Dallas felt like it was much closer. She

was so hyper-aware of Quinn that she felt like she was close

enough to feel the soft brush of her skin, the light swish of her

hair, the heat of her body. She could smell her perfume, since

there wasn’t that much space between them. Quinn never used

to wear perfume. She used to hate it. The scent was light and

floral. It matched her dress and reminded Dallas of somewhere

tropical, even though she’d only ever been on a vacation to

one warm place and it couldn’t be considered tropical by any

stretch of the imagination.

The scent was enthralling, and Quinn found herself leaning

slightly in her chair, drawn to it. Or just to Quinn. It was

surprising how magnetic a person’s presence could be after so

many years apart. This new Quinn was barely recognizable

from the Quinn that Dallas had known. She even smelled