I was looking forward to it.
I went to the bed and turned down the duvet. “Mark…”
“What’s wrong?”
I sighed, stripped off my shirt, then sat down on the edge of the bed and removed my socks. With that done, I gazed up at him. I’d deliberately kept my shorts on.
“Quinn?”
“I was thinking…” I stared at him pensively, surprised when he didn’t tease me about how dangerous that could be for a CIA officer.
“Did I embarrass you in Charmaine? That wasn’t my intention, but I wasn’t going to let that twink of a waiter think he could get away with coming on to you.”
“You weren’t?”
“No. Listen, Quinn—”
“I’m glad.”
“Huh?”
“I said—”
“I heard what you said. If you’re not upset with what happened this morning, then what’s bothering you? And don’t tell me nothing, because I know you well enough t
