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with one another. Grabbing a scoop of seed from the utility, I slipped on my boots and followed them. I let the hens out of their coop, scattered seeds over the cobbles and watched as they clucked happily around my ankles like a group of gossipy old women.
    “Morning, girls. You laid any eggs yet?” I went over to the nesting box at the side of their coop and lifted the lid. “Oh, well done,” I cooed, reaching in for the clutch of four eggs. Liam and I would have an omelet for breakfast.
    Putting the warm eggs into the grain scoop, I headed back to the kitchen, shut the door, keen to keep the heat from the Aga in, and set the eggs next to the hot plate. “Oh, Betsy,” I sighed, lifting her down from the pine table where she was sniffing the buttery crumbs left over from Quinn’s discarded breakfast plate. “Will you never learn?” She meowed in complaint and darted out of the kitchen, no doubt to go and lie on the bed with Liam.
    A scrap of paper next to the breadboard caught my eye. I picked it up, recognizing Quinn’s untidy scrawl.
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    I’m taking you dancing tonight.
    I read it again.
    I’m taking you dancing tonight.
    Quinn had never, ever taken me dancing. Not in all the years we’d been together. I folded the paper in half and slipped it into my jeans pocket. Why on earth did he suddenly want to take me dancing? He liked to come home and relax. He liked it when it was just us. The quiet life, no demands and no expectations to be the super-controlled doctor he was at work.
    I stared out the kitchen window at the sun stretching over the yard like long golden fingers. Where was he planning on taking me dancing? Had he enrolled us in a salsa class? We’d watched a TV show about it being the new craze sweeping the country and I’d made a passing comment that it looked like fun.
    The coffee machine clicked off and I poured a mug and climbed the stairs to my studio. I would just have to wait and see what he had in mind, because with Quinn, nothing was ever guaranteed.
    Early evening, Quinn appeared in the kitchen doorway dressed in smart black pants and a crisp black-and-white-checked shirt, the top two buttons undone, showing the start of the dark hair that coated his chest. “Ready?” he asked, rubbing his hands together and giving me a half-smile.
    I surveyed him. He looked good. Like, seriously good. For a moment I considered suggesting we make our own music and try out some naked dance moves. But he grabbed his wallet and pager, slipped his feet into black leather shoes and headed to the door.
    “Yes, ready.” I stood, straightening the sleeveless silver-gray top and short red skirt I’d teamed with long, black leather boots. They were new boots, a birthday present from Liam. The tops sat just above my knees and the heels were precariously thin silver 35
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    spikes. They made me feel incredibly sexy and it was great to have someplace to wear them.
    Quinn’s gaze dropped down my body and the corner of his mouth tilted. “You look good enough to eat,” he said in a darkly sensual tone.
    “So do you.” I walked to him and kissed his cheek.
    He’d showered and shaved, his skin baby-smooth and warm on my lips. He smelled divine, his freshly applied aftershave peppery and spiced, settling in my nose like a scented treat.
    He smoothed his hands from the hollow of my back over my butt and touched my forehead with his lips. He breathed in deep too and I guessed he was filling up on the new perfume he’d bought me. Night Seduction it was called, an orchid- and frangipani-based fragrance, light but exotic.
    “Are you sure you won’t come with us?” I asked, turning to Liam who sat at the kitchen table with the newspaper spread before him. Betsy was curled on his lap and I could just make out her trailing tail.
    “Nah, I’m good.” He didn’t look up.
    “I wish you would,” I said with a frown.
    “Well, where are you going ‘dancing’?” He glanced at Quinn.
    “A new