I adjusted the collar of Quinn's shirt and smoothened his shoulders, looking him over with a smile.

"Now don't you look handsome?" I said.

"Don't I always?" He wriggled his eyebrows suggestively.

"Ha." I tapped his shoulders.

We had taken our bath and prepared for a meeting with the were-panthers. Apparently, a driver was to pick us and bring us over to the city hall. Quinn was dressed in a button up shirt and dark jeans. I made good work on his hair and boy, did he look dashing. I was partially tempted to abandon the meeting and drag him to the bed. Blinking rapidly, I shook the thoughts away....