Quinn adds after a yawn, “It is the way it is.”
“Oh, girl. You’re tired.” I jump up and I head to my hall closet to gather up a sheet, blanket, and pillow for Quinn. As I make up her bed, she pulls off her torn-up sweatshirt.
“There, lie down. You hungry? Thirsty?” I ask as I make my way to my kitchen.
“I’d take some water. I need to take one of these pain pills.”
“Sure.”
I pull a glass down from my cupboard and search for some crackers. When I find what I’m looking for, I head back to the couch and set both on the coffee table. “You need to eat something with those things.”
“Thanks, Tay.”
“No problem.”
I watch her take her pain pill and nibble on a cracker. It’s then that it hits me. She could have been killed tonight. I sniffle because it can’t be helped.
She jerks her head up to look at me. “What’s wrong?”
“You could have been killed.” I’m blubbering now.
“I wasn’t.”
“Fucking scooters,” I snap.
“It wasn’t Bluebell’s fault. It was the idiot driver of the SUV.”
Wiping my eyes, I can’t help scowling. “You know what I mean. You’re my best friend. I don’t want to lose you.”
“I’m right here. I’m fine.”
“I know.” My voice is so soft. The words are hard to say. “You should call your boyfriend and tell him you’re okay.”
“He’s… not. This morning….” She can’t seem to finish.
“Jesus, you did have a bad day, didn’t you?”
“Told you.”
I run my palm over her hair. “Poor Q.” Sitting on the coffee table in front of her, I smile because I’ve got a great idea. “We should totally live together.”
“You think?” Quinn seems surprised by my suggestion.
I nod quickly. “Absolutely. We’d have a blast.”
“We would.” She holds her good hand out to me for a shake. “Roomies.”
I place my hand in hers. “Roomies.” Thank goodness. “All right. I’m going to head to bed.” I stand and walk in the direction of my room when I hear Quinn laugh. Turning back, I ask, “What?”
“Luke texted.”
I cross my arms over my chest and arch a brow. This better be good.
Quinn reads, “Luke:I’m sorry. I was an ass. I deserved that. Don’t quit. You’re a good bartender.” She laughs. “Luke:Having a Kardashian ass isn’t an insult, by the way. People pay thousands of dollars for that ass. You got it for free (I assume).”
I watch as Quinn types. “What’re you saying back?”
She snickers as she reads aloud. “Me:My ass was homegrown,thankyouverymuch. I won’t quit, but I was run off the road tonight, and I’m pretty beat up and now wearing a boot, so we’ll have to talk about it when I can come back.”
I smile at her words. Luke was right, she’s got balls. Well, lady balls.
“Me:And by the way… WTF are you doing with Tayler? She’s not a booty call kind of girl. She’s the forever kind.”
I gasp at her last text. “Quinn.”
“Wait, he just replied.Luke: I know.”
If he knows, then what is he doing? Gah! Men are so frustrating. Especially Luke Green.
