C68 You Asked for It

Sloane sauntered over to Quinlan, a playful glint of mockery dancing in her eyes.

That look sent a shiver of foreboding through Quinlan. What was she up to? His gaze flicked to the door instinctively. If he could just get out of this room, he'd be in the clear.

"Forget about the door," Sloane said, her smile tinged with mischief. "The lock's busted, and I haven't gotten around to fixing it