The Mighty Quinns: Devin

Dev slipped his arm around her waist and pulled her into a hug. But his radio interrupted his plans to steal a kiss.

“Work calls,” she said.

“I guess I better check in. But I’ll see you later. I should give you my number. Where’s your phone?” She handed him her cell and he entered his number into her phone book. “Call me if you have any more problems.”

She took back her phone and gave him a wave as he walked out to the street. Dev paused at the cruiser and took a long look at her. Summer in Winchester had never appeared more beautiful, he mused.