CHAPTER 18
QUINN STORMED DOWN the corridor and into the nearest empty room, slamming the heavy wooden door behind him as hard as he could.
Or at least he tried to. A high-pitched “f**k!” sounded behind him, and Jed hopped into the room.
“You just broke my foot, asshole.”
“Well you shouldn’t have put it in the doorway, should you?”
While Quinn stood by one of the tall picture windows with a view over the garden, Jed hobbled over to the padded leather piano stool sitting in front of the shiny black Steinway that dominated the room. But Quinn barely saw the manicured lawn or the woods beyond. No, all he could think of was a beautiful raven-haired woman with the most unusual eyes he’d ever seen. Was she wearing contacts today? Or was that vivid violet their real colour?
In the distance,
