So I walked ahead of him down the hall until he leaned around me to push open a door. “This is the designated brother guest room. It’s where Simon and Danny stay when either one of them comes to see me. So that’s why it’s kind of masculine.”
I stepped into the room, keeping my back to Leo. “It’s fine. All I need is a bed.”
“Shit, your bag. Let me grab it for you.” With a few quick steps, he was gone, jogging back to retrieve my duffel from the living room. I stayed still, unmoving, until he returned and held it out to me.
“Thanks.” I slung it onto my shoulder.
“The bathroom’s right across the hall.” He paused. “It’s all yours. I have my own in the master suite.”
“Okay.” I ground my teeth and willed him to leave already, to close the door and leave me in peace.
“Quinn.” He touched my arm. “Mia.”
“Don’t.” I jerked away. “Don’t. Just—don’t touch me. Don’t talk to me. I can’t do this, Leo. Just leave me alone. Please.”
For a moment, I thought he might argue with me. Then he sighed so softly that I felt it more than I heard it, and the door clicked shut, leaving me alone, just as I’d asked.
