Us? Was this Billy Bob Bolt his boyfriend? Not that it mattered, but it was something to keep in mind. “Just a second.” I covered the mouthpiece. “You up for lunch in Savannah tomorrow?”
“With you, Mark? Always.” Quinn pursed his lips and blew me a kiss.
I wrapped a hand around the back of his neck and pulled him in for the real thing.
When I was done, he looked a little dazed.
Yep. I still had it.
“Mr. Dalton? Lunch tomorrow sounds fine. My client will be accompanying me. Where did you want to meet?”
“We get together every Sunday at noon at the Always Reddy Pub.” He sounded amused. Had he heard me kissing Quinn? Well, no matter. “The owners are friends of ours, and they open up for us for lunch. Their cook tries out new recipes and we get to sample them... I’m sorry, I’m babbling.”
