Meanwhile, it shouldn’t be hard to find things to keep him occupied after our ride with his mother tomorrow. Maybe I’d build us a fort of sofa pillows and blankets in the living area. Quinn could supervise. On second thought, he was too intense to settle for just supervising. He’d want to be a hands-on kind of.…
My mouth went dry at the thought of him being hands-on with me, and my c**k twitched. Oh, yeah. We’d definitely have to build that fort. With an effort, I brought my mind back to the present.
I took a stuffed sandwich off the griddle, humming softly, and slid it onto a plate.
“‘Blue Champagne’?” Quinn sounded surprised.
“Yeah. Someone I know has it for the ringtone on his cell phone.”
“Really.” There was a smile in his eyes. He was pleased I’d recognized it.
I sliced the Mont
