Inside Bet: Vegas Top Guns, Book 2 - Plot & Excerpts
Quinn, President of Hanover Financial Logistics, which was the best she could expect from the day she turned thirty-two. Jenn and her husband’s responsibilities meant partying on a Wednesday night, no matter how modestly, was out of the question.The intimate French bistro was classy and very busy, and it had the advantage of being almost entirely devoid of tourists. Mr. Quinn was buying, which was always a plus—and an especially rare treat from a notorious tightwad—but she didn’t feel comfortable drinking in front of him. Work meant her professional self.Which had been difficult to maintain since her weekend with Jon.Likely no one would notice, but Heather did. The little things. She’d missed an email from a client, requiring a follow-up reminder. She’d been all but ready to sign off on an attest engagement when she realized she’d forgotten to outline the casino’s recording procedures. She’d been late to work two days in a row. Twenty minutes. No huge tragedy.Only she knew her lateness had been caused by fitful nights filled with devastating dreams.
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