Chapter 230 Smoldering Suspicion
Chapter 230 Smoldering Suspicion
Quinn shuddered, then blurted, “Hey, does Sidonic smoke?”
“Eh?” Laura blinked in surprise. “Where did that question come from?”
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Quinn said, “When I think back to that inferno on the border, it feels as though she did far more than simply stand there and watch someone die.”
Laura stiffened, then nodded thoughtfully. “We’ll have to look into it. That said, I’ve never once seen Sidonie with a cigarette in her hand.”
Quinn pressed her lips together. She, too, had never caught Sidonie smoking, yet that hardly proved the woman had never done it. The possibility formed a legitimate trace in her mind, one that definitely deserved a good investigation.
Laura suddenly remembered something and asked, “By the way, are you free tonight?”
Quinn shrugged. “More or less free.”
“What’s that supposed to mean? Do you already have plans?”
“Not really. I’d only promised Julius I’d be home for dinner. I can phone him in a bit and tell him to eat without me.”
Laura clicked her tongue in mock disapproval. “Anyone overhearing you two would swear you’re already married. You sound exactly like a pair of newlyweds.”
Quinn blinked, and the more she thought about it, the more the comparison rang true. Every evening after work, she would stop by the supermarket, pick up fresh groceries, and cook dinner herself. Julius‘ scalded hand was still healing, yet he insisted on hovering in the kitchen as her sous–chef. When they finished eating, he cleared the dishes and loaded the dishwasher. Together, they watched TV, caught the news, and sometimes even read the same book, debating its ideas. Julius’s range of interests was astonishing, and their conversations could go on for hours. If work called, they settled into the study side by side; an extra desk and chair had appeared there since he moved in. I have to admit, sharing a home with Julius is… surprisingly comfortable.
Laura leaned closer, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Speaking of which, have you and Julius, you know… done it?”
Quinn rolled her eyes. “No. Is that all you think about?”
“I just think you’re missing out. A gorgeous man right next to you and you only look–never touch.”
Missing out? Does that really apply here?
Laura patted her on the shoulder “Since you’re so fond of looking, let’s have some eye–opening experience tonight. Try something different.”
That evening, Quinn accompanied Laura to the Jexburgh Grand Theater. Onstage, a troupe of foreign men writhed in a feverish dance, the audience roaring in delight. Quinn glanced at the gleam in her friend’s eyes. “This is the eye–opening experience you promised me?”
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“Absolutely!” Laura beamed. “They’re the famous Elandian Male Dance Troupe. Their choreography is killer, the set design gorgeous, and they’ve got a water curtain that makes the whole stage look like it’s raining–muscled men dancing in the rain! Tell me that isn’t art.”
The spectacle, Laura hoped, would also distract her and help her forget that scoundrel, Sterling.
Quinn watched the half–naked dancers–bare torsos, sleek black leather pants that hugged every line- moving in perfect rhythm. The energy in the theater was infectious.
Rain–like sheets of water drifted down, splashing onto hair, faces, torsos, then exploding into brighter sprays at their feet.
The sight made countless hearts in the audience flutter.
The atmosphere grew warmer, louder.
Laura screamed herself hoarse, showering the men with unabashed praise.
Beside her, Quinn remained markedly calmer.
She could appreciate the artistry, but nothing about it stirred her pulse.
These days, only one man could do that.
Julius‘ face rose unbidden in her mind.
Right at that moment, her phone rang. It was Julius calling.
Quinn lifted it to her ear. “Hi, Julius. What’s up?”
“What’s going on over there? It’s deafening.”
Before she could answer, Laura leaned in and shouted, “Quinn, look at that guy! Those muscles could kill.
up close!” They’re picking a lucky audience member later. We might get to meet them
Quinn flashed her friend a quick hand gesture for silence. Julius‘ voice rang out again. “Where are you?”
“I’m with Laura at a show. It finishes around ten. I’ll head home afterward.”
“I’ll come pick you up.”
“But-
He had already hung up.
Laura tilted her head. “Who was that? Julius?”
“Yeah. He said he’ll pick me up when it’s over.”
“So sweet!” Laura waggled her brows, but her attention quickly swung back to the men onstage.
The energy climbed higher and higher–until, at its very peak, the lights suddenly went out.
