"Is there somebody out there? Amy, is that you?" her mother called. "No. Tell me this isn't happening." Quinn rested his forehead against hers. "Has she got a wiretap on you or something? I swear, she's like a walking hard-on detector." Amy bit her lip, trying not to laugh. Quinn levered himself up on his arms. "Mrs. P., if you value your life, you'll go back inside and turn off the light right now."