The snarky, quick-witted, strong-willed woman who doesn’t back down. Who gives as good as she gets and always brings a smile to my face. Who, despite all odds, has become a friend. I definitely didn’t see that coming. “You can have any woman you want,” Quinn says slowly, as if voicing her thoughts. “But you’re here with me. You booked this room. Brought a bottle of wine. Blew off a hard-won homecoming celebration.” She pauses, biting her lower lip. The naked vulnerability nearly does me in. “You’re actually taking this seriously.” “Yes.” For her.
