บท 106: Chapter 106

I couldn’t help laughing, although I tried to bite it back. I dropped my gaze to the monitor.

It had gone to screensaver—the laughing image of Quinn at the helm of my boat, Varlebena. It was during our first Christmas together on my island off Costa Rica. I’d just taught him how to steer her, and his hair was windblown and his eyes were bright with pleasure.

And then as now, he took my breath away.

I’d snapped the picture, and once we were home, I’d e-mailed a copy of it to Portia. Of course, I wasn’t going to tell her his eyes had that same look when I went down on him.

She touched the mouse, and the image of Quinn dissolved into a spreadsheet with Pandora Gautier’s name in the upper left.

“As I said, I don’t know how much of this is factual.”

“May I?”

She nodded, and I slid into the seat before her computer and ran my gaze over the information listed in the columns. “Looks like at one time she owned a penthouse apartment on Central Park West.”

“In the Hotel Delavall?”