He’d liked holding her and had wanted to keep her in his arms as long as possible. Just like last night when he’d picked her up from that wave, she felt solid. Strong. Toned muscle and soft skin… Shit, he didn’t have time to think about that now. He double-timed it back to the track in the blazing heat on a mission. Seeing Gerhardt had made him as sick to his stomach as watching Ellie catch fire. Did that asshole really think talking to Mac alone would get him the company? Did he seriously think planting a mole at FRD years ago and stealing their rearview mirror design was going to make either Reynolds brother want to sell to him? Obviously that last question was stupid since Mac really wanted to stick it to Gerhardt by shooting for an outrageous price. Two billion dollars was pretty fucking outrageous, but no amount would make Quinn happy if it meant Gerhardt got the company. When he reached the craft service tent, there was no sign of anyone. Not Mac, Gerhardt or Hank.
