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Everyone burst into laughter.

“Let’s change the subject,” I announced. I couldn’t stop smiling, however.

Quinn leaned over to Oliver who sat on my other side. “So how bad do your shifts get?”

Oliver shrugged. “It depends on the night.”

Quinn studied him for a second. “That sounds like the kind of job where people forget to ask how you’re doing.”

Oliver let out a slow breath. “That happens.”

Quinn lifted his glass. “Well, if you ever come off a shift and need somewhere quiet to sit and drink tea while someone explains the Dewey Decimal system, I’m your guy.”

Oliver stared at him for a moment, then gave a short laugh. “I’ll remember that.”

“Okay, I need the loo.” Quinn stood. “No talking about me while I’m gone.”

Julian grinned. “Sweetie, you have got to be kidding. You’re an absolute gold mine.”

Quinn laughed, then squeezed past the others.

Oliver leaned in towards me. “He’s all right,” he said in a low voice.

I glanced at him.

Oliver shrugged and took another sip of his drink. “He’s also good for you.”

I wasn’t about to argue.

When Quinn returned, he slipped back into his seat between me and Milo. Finnley waited for a heartbeat before launching into his interrogation.

“So how did you meet Max?”

Quinn didn’t even glance at me. “At a club.”

“A music club?” Milo asked.

Quinn smiled. “Not exactly.”

Elliott snorted, and several heads turned in Quinn’s direction.

Sebastian raised a brow. “Oh?”

Quinn took a sip of his Coke, his demeanour calm. “Private members.”

Theo’s gaze flicked to mine.

“Would this private members club be connected in some way to leather?” Finnley asked in a nonchalant voice.

Quinn laughed. “You really do know Max, don’t you?”

Julian guffawed. “Max organised our first ever get-together. It was in a leather bar. Bit of a giveaway, don’t you think?”

Liam peered at Quinn. “And you weren’t intimidated?”

“By Max?” Quinn seemed surprised by the question.

“Yes.”