LILY

The 6’1” figure strolled in, his sleek leather jacket glistening under the afternoon sun rays that streamed through the glass. His features were perfectly lit, and the moment he turned his gaze to me, the corners of his eyes crinkled. His lips curled into a slow, easy smile.

“We meet again,” he said, running a hand through his wavy hair.

Jack. The guy who had requested a job—the exact same one Quinn had called a brainless, insufferable pest because, in her mind, he was directly targeting her position.

“You!” Quinn’s voice snapped, irritation instantly coating her tone.

I stood up abruptly before she could go into full attack mode....