Quinn whistled from the doorway of the two-room suite. “Satin curtains. Nice.”
“They match your suit.”
He was in a slim-fitting blue satin suit and a brand-new pair of white dress sneakers.
“Why do I feel like I’m finally seeing the real you?” she asked.
He tugged at his lapels. “What’s wrong with wanting to look good?” He noticed the open laptop on the tab…
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