knew her eyes had been about to drop straight out of the
sockets and go rolling over the floor to land at Quinn’s feet,
she’d been staring so hard. Even if they had, they would have
turned up and taken a good look at that angle too.
“Well…” Jim flipped through the folder on his desk,
rapidly shuffling papers. His face was a brand new shade of
scarlet.
Dallas wondered if he normally turned into someone
strange when looking at beautiful women. Apparently Dallas
herself wasn’t in the model gorgeous, goddess category in
Jim’s books, because he hadn’t been flustered at all when they
met. It was quite a reaction, given that he’d probably already
met Quinn once or even twice for the reading of the will that
first time.
Quinn sat in the chair beside Dallas. Even though it was a
couple feet to her right, Dallas felt like it was much closer. She
was so hyper-aware of Quinn that she felt like she was close
enough to feel the soft brush of her skin, the light swish of her
hair, the heat of her body. She could smell her perfume, since
there wasn’t that much space between them. Quinn never used
to wear perfume. She used to hate it. The scent was light and
floral. It matched her dress and reminded Dallas of somewhere
tropical, even though she’d only ever been on a vacation to
one warm place and it couldn’t be considered tropical by any
stretch of the imagination.
The scent was enthralling, and Quinn found herself leaning
slightly in her chair, drawn to it. Or just to Quinn. It was
surprising how magnetic a person’s presence could be after so
many years apart. This new Quinn was barely recognizable
from the Quinn that Dallas had known. She even smelled