QUINN POV
It’s her, there is no way it isn’t. I hate to admit this but I’ve dreamt of her. Her face has haunted my dreams intermittently. Never letting me forget that night. It’s not possible that she doesn’t remember me. I was her first and I was a damn good first. I’m not just signing my own praises. She sang for me that night, soprano and alto. That's the extent of musical knowledge, if I can call it that. I kept remembering the dips of her navel, how she tasted and felt.
The entire time we spent going over the files, Adrian kept nudging me when he caught me staring at her. I hadn’t had time to tell him that it was her. He probably thought it had to do with her resemblance to Paris. Charles and my father joined us via zoom and took a couple of hours to explain the ins and outs to Sca
