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her spiked his endorphins… He grinned at the thought of something more heated with his sexy manager. Even fully clothed, Sherry did something to him. But she was staff. Hands-off. Probably why he continued with his secret fascination for her. Since they had met, he was struck by a strange kismet. Ms. Delacroix would more than likely karate chop him if he tried anything with her.
    “Quinn, I don’t know how you do it. Take it easy,” Sherry said. A click followed and she was gone. Good thing. These parties were out of control and no place for someone like her. Yeah, right. Did he forget, Sherry held male egos hostage? Shifters, humans, vampires were all at her mercy with her seductive smile and incredible curves. One petite human could bring him to his knees and she didn’t even know it. Well, fuck. Just his bloody luck.
    Right now, he had some business to attend to. He punched Sonya’s number into his phone.
    Sonya answered, sounding frazzled. “Quinn, you’re here?”
    “Yes. Of course. Why does everyone act like that’s a miracle?”
    “I don’t know. But listen, there’s a man asking for you. Mr. Carrigan?”
    “Carrigan.” He inhaled, the pressure in his temples building. The past was the past . His mantra. “Perfect. Where is Mr. Carrigan ?”
    “Down here. At the bar.”
    “I’m on my way.”
    Quinn turned around and headed toward the front of the club. The corridors were dim, recessed lighting emitted soft rays that reflected off the mahogany walls, and his footsteps echoed along the shiny marble floors. The Art Deco doors of the bar came into view. It had been five years since he’d had a visit by Carrigan. The last time he’d had his hands full helping Shawn and he’d had too much on his plate from his family business. He’d not acted due to a pact he’d made with the Justice Council in forging ahead on shifter rights and laws. He’d promised nothing hotheaded as was typical shifter behavior. His mistake. Never again.
    This time he had his wits fully about him. Going into the club, Quinn zoned in on the man seated at the corner with his back to the door. He wasn’t a fool. A mirror on the other side of the bar gave Carrigan a full view of the room. Quinn shook hands with some of the club members on his way to the bar.
    Carrigan turned to face him as Quinn looked in his direction.
    “Well, well. Quinn, looks like you could be running for office. Busy as ever.”
    “Mick, it’s been a while.” Neither of them stuck their hands out. There was no need for pretense. This would be short and to the point. “What do you want?”
    “Things are looking up. Just came around to see some old friends. No harm in that… is there?”
    The bartender approached but Quinn shook his head. He wasn’t going to take the bait. “So this is merely a social visit? Wonderful. The jazz trio playing tonight is superb. I’ve work to attend to. Enjoy.”
    “Hey, wait a minute. Sit down and have a drink. I have a business proposition. A lucrative one.”
    “We’re not looking to expand right now. You can understand, with the economy.”
    Carrigan reached into the breast pocket of his jacket and extracted an envelope. “A down payment. The property you’re holding. You know which one. My family wants it back. We’ll pay three million.”
    “It’s not for sale.”
    “You’re joking. Everything has a price.”
    “No, don’t believe so.”
    “What’s it to you? A warehouse. This offer is generous.” He stabbed his finger into Quinn’s chest. “You don’t need the land.”
    “That’s not your call, is it?”
    “We’ll double it.” Carrigan leered. “We’re flush now. Have as much money as you and your partner. Only an idiot would say no to my offer.”
    “Then call me stupid.” Quinn got to his feet. “I’m busy. As you said.”
    Carrigan’s eyes narrowed. His mouth pinched and he stared back at Quinn, a muscle flexing at the corner of his jaw. He picked up the envelope and stuck it back