“Are you suggesting that I look elsewhere?”
“Yes, I am. Unless you’re willing to work with me.”
She stared at him quizzically and he caught a glint of something peculiar in those cool blue eyes. Did the lady want to be persuaded? Was that it? Did the thought of their working together intrigue her as much as it did him?
You’re a fool, Cortez. The very last thing you need in your life right now is a personal relationship with Lulu’s cousin, a woman who thinks it’s possible you might have killed Lulu.
“I believe we have a stalemate,” Kendall said. “Apparently neither Quinn nor Ms. Vanderley is willing to accept second best.”
“I’m flattered,” Griffin said. “But I think you should know that unless I can take you both on as clients who have consented to work together, I won’t take this case.”
“What!” Annabelle whipped around and glared at Griffin. “You can’t mean that.”
“If you knew me better, you’d know that I always mean what I say.”
“And say what you mean.” Quinn made an instant decision, one that surprised him as much as it did everyone else in the room. He motioned to Kendall. “Let’s go. I withdraw my bid to hire you, Mr. Powell. Feel free to take on Ms. Vanderley as your client.”
“What the hell—” Kendall gasped when Quinn grabbed her arm and led her toward the door.
“Wait!” Annabelle rose from the sofa. “Please, Mr. Cortez, don’t go.”
Quinn stopped, but kept his back to Annabelle and Griffin.
“What are you pulling?” Kendall spoke to Quinn so softly that only he could hear her.
“Why should I stay?” Quinn asked Annabelle.
“Mr. Powell is right—we do want the same thing. If you can accept the fact that I don’t trust you completely, then I believe we might be able to work together.”
“Hmm…” Kendall grinned at Quinn before he turned around to face Annabelle.
“You don’t know me well enough to trust me. Not yet,” Quinn said. “I’m willing to wait and earn your trust. I didn’t kill Lulu and I want to find her murderer as much as you do.”
Annabelle looked at Griffin. “Let’s set up some ground rules.”
“All right,” Griffin said, then glanced at Quinn. He nodded.
“First and foremost, Mr. Cortez and I share all the information,” Annabelle said. “You will be working for both of us, so what you tell one of us, you tell both of us. No secrets. No hidden agenda.” She glanced at Quinn. “And we share all the expenses, fifty-fifty. Are you in agreement, Mr. Cortez?”
“Yes, I’m in agreement. And since we’ll be working closely together, don’t you think you should call me Quinn?”
“If that’s what you want.”
“It’s what I want.”
“Fine. And you may call me Ms. Vanderley…because that’s what I want.”
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