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‘Ooh’ He turned to his friends to pull a , Miss Steele?’

‘No one?’ another ested, to raucous jeers

‘We all knohat’s wrong with you, ice maiden’

‘Cut it out!’ Magenta said angrily ‘I’m not in the mood’

‘Apparently, you never are,’ one of the e whisper

As if that were the cue for the main player to enter the scene, the double doors at the far end of the office swung open and every head swivelled in that direction Some of the women even stood at their desks as if royalty was about to enter the rooenta was stunned by this reaction wouldn’t even come close ‘What the…?’

‘Quinn,’ Nancy told her tensely, hurrying away

Magenta turned to say so Nancy had returned to work the second Quinn arrived And Quinn didn’t just arrive—he strode across the floor like a conquering hero To lances hat he needed, in Magenta’s opinion, was a short, sharp, shock and someone to stand up to hietting out of hand

But could this really be Quinn? Magenta’s head was reeling Quinn in the sixties was none other than the gorgeous biker, in a jauntily angled Trilby hat and a dark overcoat that, instead ofhim look like the master of the sexual universe

‘Magenta,’ he said curtly, shrugging the coat off his shoulder and handing it to her along with his hat

He knew her?

‘That’s a better look for you,’ he said, giving Magenta the most intrusive inspection yet ‘I like to see a woman in a dress with some shape to it’

What?

‘Keep it up,’ he said approvingly ‘And reh standards from my staff at all times—’

‘Yes, sir,’ she said s, which was all she could do—other than acknowledge Quinn was a beyond the pale chauvinist—as well as the best-looking uy body clothed in a sharply tailored dark suit and i