Even at the top of the stairs, she could hear the celebration in full swing. “I’m giving you five minutes, and then I’m coming into the bathroom to check on you.” She couldn’t clearly hear his reply through the door but could guess it was full of foul language and threats. Kate had started to laugh when a pair of warm and rough hands slid up her skirt. She screamed, turning with her fists up only to come face-to-face with Quinton. His grinning, handsome face. She lightly punched him in the chest. Her fist met the solid wall of him. “I’m starting to see why your nose was broken so often.” He kissed the tip of her nose, unfazed by her show of violence. “Where’s Douglass? His waitress wants to know if she should pull down the entire stock of his whiskey for the party.” He pulled away, and she finally got to see all of him. Her breath tangled in her throat. As usual, he’d left his shoulder-length hair wild. The strands brushed the black T-shirt he wore that had the words “The answer to your question is nothing,”
