followed him back to his office.
When they were all seated as they had been the day before,
Jim spread out the paperwork. He looked at Quinn cautiously,
like he was ready to diffuse another blow up. Dallas figured he
would have locked his office door if he could, to prevent any
further flight risks.
“Second time’s a charm?” Jim joked as he held out a pen
to Quinn.
It wasn’t funny. Dallas could actually see Quinn tensing up
and she silently cursed Jim Johnson in her head. She was sure
there were worse lawyers as of yesterday. As of today, she
wasn’t so sure at all.
“Technically it’s the third time for me.” Dallas gave him a
death glare.
Jim squirmed in his chair and thankfully shut up. He didn’t
say anything else until Quinn set down the pen and slid the
papers across to Dallas.
It was astounding how just a few signatures could take so
long to actually get around to putting to paper. She signed the
lines above Quinn’s name in under a minute, then shoved the
folder back at Jim, then snatched her banking information out
of her purse. She’d had the print out there since before she left
Tampa.
“I think I have everything now,” Jim said. He didn’t sound
sure.
“I hope so.” That hope wasn’t desperate. That hope was
firm and her tone let Jim know that she wasn’t impressed.
“I second that,” Quinn responded in a quiet, hard voice.
“Apparently second time’s the charm after all.”
Jim stood and offered his hand. Quinn shook it tersely