Strong Silent Type(9)

By: Lorelei James


Whoa. Quinn never dressed casually, especially if he planned on being seen in public. Some kind of proper public cowboy attire had been hardwired into the man’s DNA. Did that mean he’d planned a private outing?

He bounded up the steps like an eager pup and barged right in. “Heya, Libby. You look great. Ready?”

A compliment right off the bat? The man really was trying. “Yeah. Just let me grab my purse.”

Familiar warmth spread inside and outside her body from his hand caressing the small of her back as he followed her down the porch steps.

“Where are we going?”

Quinn smiled and opened the truck door. “You’ll find out soon enough.”

Inside the pickup, he patted the bench seat. “Scoot over. I wanna relive those times when we were first dating and you practically sat on my lap.”

Touched by his request, she slid next to him until they were matched thigh-to-thigh. “Is this a date?”

“As much as a man can be on a date with his wife of nine years.”

Libby turned. His face was mere inches away.

“Bein’s you are my wife, I’m entitled to steal a kiss.” Quinn angled his head and gently brushed his lips over hers one time. Then he straightened up and started the truck.

“That’s it?” burst out before she could stop it.

“You were expectin’ something else?”

“I was hoping for a kiss like the one from last night.”

“Libby, darlin’, you can kiss me like that anytime you want. Any. Damn. Time. At all. And it don’t gotta stop at kissin’.”

Just like that, Quinn had gotten his point across in his usual low-key manner. She bumped him with her shoulder. “Maybe I will.”

“I’ll look forward to it.” He kept his hand on her thigh during the drive to Sundance.

Quinn parked in front of the Sandstone Building. It housed three separate businesses, all run by women who’d married into the McKay family. Macie McKay ran Dewey’s Delish Dish, Skylar McKay owned Sky Blue, and her sister, India, owned the tattoo shop, India’s Ink, which were housed together in the same space, while AJ McKay operated Healing Touch Massage. It was too late to eat lunch so Libby couldn’t fathom why they were here. A panicked thought struck her. “Are we getting a tattoo?”

He laughed. “You oughta see your look of horror.”

She noticed he hadn’t answered her question. “Are we?”

“No.” Quinn offered a wicked smile. “Unless you’ve got a hankerin’ to tattoo my initials on your sweet little ass?”

“Quinn!”

“What? It is a sweet little ass.”

Married nine years and the man could still make her blush. “That’s not what I meant.”

He stroked the back of his knuckles down her heated cheek. “That’s been part of the problem in recent years, ain’t it? Neither one of us is sayin’ what we really mean, or meanin’ what we say.”

Libby closed her eyes and basked in his tender touch.

“I wanna fix this between us, Libby.”

Me too.

Two solid raps startled them both. Quinn rolled down his window. “Hey, Cord, what’s up?”

“Just makin’ sure you didn’t get cold feet.”

“Nope.”

Cord grinned. “Good. Took a bit of finagling, but we made room. See you two in there.”

“In where?” Libby asked.

“Healing Touch.” Quinn rolled up the window. “AJ is offerin’ a class on sensual massage.”

“Are you serious?”

“Yep.”

“You signed us up for a class so I could learn to give you a…sexy massage?”

“There you go jumpin’ to conclusions again. I signed up so I could learn to give you a sexy massage.”

Talk about being completely pole-axed. Libby practically stammered, “When did you do this?”

“Yesterday. There was, ah, a last minute cancellation so I lucked out and they squeezed us in.”

Last minute cancellation. Right. She’d bet a hundred bucks he’d strong-armed his way into getting a spot in that class—an example of McKay nepotism at its finest. But she couldn’t help being impressed. “Why are you doing this?”

Quinn stayed quiet so long she was afraid he wouldn’t answer. “In the last year or so you were pretty hell bent on us takin’ some ‘couples’ classes together. I’ll admit I was kinda a jerk about it, so I thought I’d make it up to you and learn a new skill to boot.” He focused his gaze out the windshield. “Plus, I like touchin’ you. Thought this’d be a good reminder for me. For both of us.”

How had she forgotten the thoughtful side of this sweet, sweet man? Libby curled her fingers around Quinn’s jaw, turning his face toward her. She smashed her lips to his, kissing him crazily, kissing him like he’d asked her to. Thrown off balance, she eased back and whispered, “Thank you.”

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