Chapter 50

Quintessa dabbed at the corner of her mouth, where her lipstick had smudged, and drawled, “Mr. York, you’re the big shot over at Emberbrook; you’ve got connections everywhere, right? Why’re you telling me? I’m not your wife, not my circus, not my monkeys. If you really want me on your case, put a ring on it.”

Tyrone could barely conceal his amusement. At this point, Quintessa was adamantly playing coy, and it tickled him pink.

It was rare to find someone who could hold such composure under fire; so interesting. He found himself oddly looking forward to what the future might hold with her.

He chuckled, “If you don’t wanna know, forget it. Matthew’s motorcycle? I took care of it. No one’s gonna trace the tampered brakes back to us. Next time, try to be less messy. You can’t expect to always be lucky enough to have someone as ‘kind–hearted‘ as me stumble upon the scene.”

into Quintessa’s gaze, her grip on her purse gradually tightening. In a swift move, she spun around,

at her lazily, his eyes filled with interest, “You

such a tough, ruthless

looked up at him with feigned innocence, like a lover whispering sweet nothings, poutingly admitting, “Guilty as charged. Why deny it? I’m a killer. Go on, report me.

fingers crawled from his neck to his lips, tapping them lightly. Her voice turned husky and suggestive, “Or maybe you’d prefer to tell Rachel? Let her know that the infamous Quintessa, the one who bedded her man three years ago, is back. And she’s not done

he grasped her provocative hand, “I’ve never met a woman with a

fiery, relentless spirit was like an itch he couldn’t scratch. Like a wild mustang, proud and untamable. Not

and pulled him down, biting his chin provocatively, “Of course, I’ve got to be bold. Who else would dare to tangle with their

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around her slender waist, “You’ve got a point. Tonight, show me Just how bold you

jabbed at his chest, “I

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