She was jogging down the front steps when Quinn pulled up in front of the house. His motorcycle was a shiny, slick piece of work, “Broken…Random Snippet #7”
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Broken…Random Snippet #6
“Can’t? Or don’t want to?” Quinn had asked. Man, if that guy had any idea just how much she’d love to have the complication of “Broken…Random Snippet #6”
Broken…Random Snippet #5
Left alone with Sara once more, he studied her face. She dragged her tongue across her lips and Quinn could have gone to his knees. “Broken…Random Snippet #5”
Broken…Random Snippet # 4
It was hotter than hell outside, but Quinn was cold. Almost shaking with it, he was so cold. Too close. Way too close. His hands “Broken…Random Snippet # 4”
Broken…Random Snippet #3
Quinn lay on the weight bench, ignoring the nagging ring of his phone. It was somebody from the Gearing Agency. Quinn used a specific ringtone “Broken…Random Snippet #3”
Broken…Random Snippet #2
Sara took one last look around the apartment. Want! She wanted to sit at that little table and drink coffee in the morning, looking at “Broken…Random Snippet #2”