Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Chapter 62

Chapter 62

At 2 a.m.. Quintessa had been waiting at the underground parking lot with Manny for a solid four hours.

Manny was yawning relentlessly, his eyes bloodshot and weary, “Quinn, you sure about this to? Maybe Jerome’s not showing tonight, huh?”

Quintessa seemed immune to fatigue, her face betraying not a hint of tiredness. She glanced at her watch, “Wel give it another hour. If he’s a no–show, we’ll bail,”

Violet had sold Quintessa a hot tip about Jerome’s whereabouts, gleaned from a seasoned entertainment journalist friend, Jerome usually spent his weekends at Zenobia’s place until the wee hours, and then retreated to his apartment. And tonight was Saturday.

They were staking out the parking lot beneath Jerome’s apartment, the most likely place he’d hit first on his way

home.

Half an hour later, headlights swept the entrance. Quintessa nudged Manny awake, “Showtimet

Manny snapped to attention, instantly alert.

Quintessa reminded him. “Remember what I told you, get the clear shot, but keep my face out of it*

“Got it. Don’t worry, Quinn. I was the ace of my college photo club.*

She donned her cap and shades, and stepped out of the car.

Jerome killed the engine and stepped out; the door was barely shut when he heard a voice from behind, “Late night, huh? Where’ve you been gallivanting?”

against a car, her hair cut into a chic bob. She wore a crisp white sundress with a short black leather jacket studded at the shoulders, her legs crossed nonchalantly. She was a mix of innocence, allure,

grin broke through Jerome’s otherwise stoic façade. Beneath his scholarly glasses, he looked both

steps toward her, “Decided to come looking

a role from Quintessa, hoping to force her hand. But days had passed without a word from her, his mood took a plummet, and he was beginning to think he’d miscalculated. But

folded her arms, giving Jerome a once–over, “Just checking which little

buttons of his shirt, feeling desire rise at the sight of Quintessa.

that’s what you

on hips, chin lifted and chest out, she questioned, “I don’t understand, Jerome. Are

with a yank, “Doesn’t matter how good her skills in bed are.

most, Quintessa tilted her head, and her hand laid on his shoulder, whispered into his ear, “So, you

Jerome inhaled her scent deeply, “Can’t

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Chapter 62

Chapter 62

a.m., Quintessa had been waiting at the underground

“Quinn, you

her face betraying not a hint of tiredness. She glanced at her watch, “We’ll

friend. Jerome usually spent

the parking lot beneath Jerome’s apartment, the most likely place he’d hit first on

home.

swept the entrance. Quintessa nudged Manny awake, “Showtime.”

attention,

I told you, get the clear shot, but keep

it. Don’t worry, Quinn, I was the

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