The ride to the Embassy gave him a few minutes to review the past few days. He smiled. Quinn was a whirlwind going ninety miles an hour, and a hot one at that. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so intrigued by a woman. A woman who was four years older, had grown children, and would soon add grandmother to her list of roles. The HCU theft did have a bright side, and that was meeting her. His initial distrust had evaporated slowly, like the morning fog over a Louisiana marshland dissipating with the first rays of warming sunshine. If she were the thief, she would never have shown him the Gregory James email message. And when Billy had her checked out, nothing came up. She had no idea of his interest in her. Sure, it was out of his normal comfort zone. He’d never, ever fallen, no not fallen, teetered on the edge of the cliff so quickly. He had to give it to Gram, though. She had told him more than once that when the right woman appeared in the landscape of his life, he’d know it immediately.
