"He lifted a single eyebrow as he adjusted his pants, zipping his fly. The sound made my back stiffen and I realized how close we'd just been to copulating in the back of a car. "I think you look good just like that." I stared at him for two seconds before I smacked him on his infuriatingly well-muscled shoulder. "My shirt is ripped open and..." I frantically twisted in my seat and may have shrieked, "Where are my underwear?!" There was no amusement in his voice when he responded, "Someplace safe." My eyes widened further and, I knew, my mouth hung open dumbly. I was about to lose my mind. "Give them back-" "You don't need them-" "-to me right now-" "-and you should try new things-" "I am not leaving this limo while commando!" The passenger door on Quinn's side opened and I yanked the skirt I was wearing back to my midcalf. I didn't miss his dark smile when it was clear that I was not likely to push the underwear issue further until we were in private. And, by then, it likely wouldn't matter."