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hours online searching for information on Amelia Winger. He was intensely curious about her, but he hadn’t wanted to quiz Teagan because his sister was smart enough to smell smoke where there was a little fire.
    Unfortunately, his research had uncovered very little about Amelia, although she showed up briefly in a number of articles where Ava Grace Landy was the main subject. He’d discovered she and Ava Grace were from a town in Texas called Electra, population 2,772. The pair had been friends since kindergarten, and they were both twenty-six years old.
    When Ava Grace had won
American Star
three years ago, she moved to Nashville, and Amelia came with her. They now shared a house outside the city, although he wasn’t exactly sure where.
    With so many pictures of Ava Grace on the web, Amelia’s designs were everywhere, and he had reviewed them with interest. In Ava Grace, Amelia had found the perfect canvasto showcase her designs. With her long, lean body, the country music star was a living mannequin, and no matter what she wore, she looked stunning.
    Sighing tiredly, Quinn threw back his down comforter and sat up. He knew he would feel better after he got some exercise, so he swung his legs over the side of the bed and stumbled to the bathroom.
    After taking care of business and brushing his teeth, he grabbed a long-sleeve maroon T-shirt, gray running shorts, and athletic socks from his dresser and pulled them on. Stepping over the pile of dirty clothes on the floor, he headed downstairs to find his shoes.
    As he made his way into the living room, his feet slid a little on the shiny hardwood floors. He had bought his Victorian three years ago, and prior to purchasing the four-bedroom home in Laurel Heights, he and Cal had shared a condo in Cow Hollow, a trendy neighborhood bordering the Marina District.
    He quickly slipped on his running shoes and strapped his iPhone to his bicep. He jogged down the steep front steps, and with his earbuds in place, he headed west toward the park at a slow, easy pace.
    Running always gave him the opportunity to prepare for the day ahead and mull over anything that bothered him. He picked up his speed, his feet pounding the pavement to the funky rhythm of Daft Punk’s “Get Lucky.” Meeting Amelia had upset his equilibrium, but he was much calmer this morning than he’d been yesterday during his drive home, and his music choice reflected his mindset.
    His most recent girlfriend, Luna, had told him that she could judge his mood simply by the music he chose. His taste was eclectic, and he listened to everything, from classical to country, heavy metal to hip-hop.
    He had met Luna in California Pacific Medical Center’s cafeteria. He’d spent a lot of time there while his dad received his cancer treatment. With her cap of shiny, dark hair and olive skin, she’d caught his eye, and he had been intrigued when she jumped into a heated conversation with one of the food servers, Spanish flooding from her lips and her hands gesturing wildly.
    Luna had been intense, probably because her job as a pediatric oncologist had been life-and-death stressful. When he had been with her, he listened to a lot of moody and dark classical composers, particularly Wagner and Berlioz. Maybe the music should have been the first clue Luna hadn’t been the one for him.
    Looking back, he admitted their relationship had lasted longer than it should have. He had been going through a difficult time. His dad had been sick, and Quinn had been forced to take on more responsibility at work sooner than he had expected. To make matters worse, he’d just moved into his new house and had been living alone for the first time in his life.
    Luna had been the perfect distraction. Although their jobs had made it difficult to get together often, he had enjoyed the time he spent with her. She was intelligent, kind, and passionate about her job and her patients. And the infrequent sex had been pretty good, if not