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brain-melting.
    He’d had plenty of brain-melting sex in college. Wild, athletic, anonymous sex.
    But that wasn’t his priority anymore. His family was his priority, followed closely by Riley O’Brien & Co.
    Unfortunately, Cal and Teagan hadn’t connected with Luna. It had bothered him that his favorite people in the world didn’t like his girlfriend, and when Quinn had confronted Cal about it, his brother was quick to set him straight.
    “I do like her. The problem is that you like her, too, and that’s all you feel for her,” Cal said bluntly. “Don’t you get it? You’re not in love with her.”
    But when things had gotten rough with his dad, Luna stepped up in a big way. And although Cal had been right when he said Quinn wasn’t in love with Luna, he had been damn grateful for her.
    He had happily settled into what he thought was a mutually satisfying relationship. That’s why he had been blindsided when, after being together for more than a year, Luna had admitted she was in love with the father of one of the little girls she’d been treating.
    Luna had assured him she hadn’t cheated on him, and he believed her. Nonetheless, he had felt betrayed because he thought she was happy with him.
    She hadn’t even apologized. “Deep inside, you’re okay with this,” she said. “Your heart isn’t broken, Quinn.”
    He hooked a left at the intersection, shaking off the memory of Luna. Thinking about her wasn’t painful, but it sure as hell didn’t make him feel good, either. As he crossed the street, one of the songs he had recently added to his playlist came on.
    Ava Grace Landy’s distinct, raspy voice flowed sweetly into his ears. As she sang the first few lines of her hit “Lost & Found,” thoughts of her best friend Amelia Winger filled his head. An image of her deliciously round ass flashed across his vision, and he stumbled.
    So much for calm.



Chapter 6
    Amelia leaned a hip against the heavy wood table in her workshop and rubbed her forehead. Thanks to the time difference between the West Coast and Tennessee, she hadn’t arrived home until almost two in the morning, and she was exhausted. Even her special “oomph” juice hadn’t helped.
    Twirling one of her curls around her index finger, she studied her sketchbook and cast a critical eye over the minidress she’d drawn. She planned to construct the dress out of supple red leather.
    It was the first piece of clothing she had ever designed for someone other than herself or Ava Grace, and she had serious anxiety. Most of her unease stemmed from the person who would wear it, a pop princess known simply as Cherry whose star power eclipsed Ava Grace’s considerable fame.
    The teen sensation was known for being a diva, and Amelia was nervous about working with her. But, according to Cherry’s manager, Gary Garson, she adored Amelia’s creations.
    Picking up a fat pencil, Amelia flipped to a blank page in the sketchbook and started to draft the next piece for Cherry, a formfitting catsuit that would highlight the young woman’s perky breasts, flat stomach, and well-toned legs. She stronglybelieved that in the right circumstances, showing less skin was even sexier than near nakedness.
    Amelia snorted. Her mother had definitely not agreed. Janna Winger had pranced around their small town in tight cutoff shorts and midriff-baring shirts, even when the weather had demanded layers.
    Janna’s clothing had communicated her ambitions more loudly than a bullhorn. She had constantly been on the lookout for a new man, her standards low enough that she’d rarely been without companionship. As long as he’d had the money to buy booze and could get it up, her mother had been satisfied, at least until she found her next victim.
    Amelia’s fingers tightened on the pencil. Describing her mother as trailer park trash was being generous, although the two of them had never actually lived in the aluminum ghetto. Janna had been promiscuous, crass, and lazy. While