Chapter 9 009
- Another somewhat restless night followed, sleeping next to the gorgeous Brigitte, waking up curled against her perfect form, my arm thrown around her waist, nuzzled against her back. I pretended I was still asleep so I didn't have to move. I heard Conor whimper downstairs, and Brigitte immediately leaped from the bed, though she didn't grab her gun.
- "He's here," is all she said.
- "Quinn?"