He reaches for another laptop and sits back down in the chair.“On it, boss.”
I walk out and head for the guestroom I put Quinn in.Once I turn the lock and step inside, I find her standing in front of the window.She doesn’t turn around or so much as acknowledge me.
“Feeling better?”I ask and come to a stop beside her.
She’s mimicking a statue.I don’t have any experience when it comes to charming women.It’s unnecessary with my reputation, and to be honest?There hasn’t been one who triggered something inside me to make a damn effort.
Though, I get the feeling the woman standing next to me doesn’t want any charm.Her reaction isn’t to get back to me.No, I’m pretty sure the silence she’s treating me to is due to the questions and turmoil inside her head.Quinn is smart and like me, she uses computers, books, and other options to gather information to make sense of things.
It’s why I keep my eyes straight forward, on the stables where my horses are, when I start to explain.“When I became aware of your situation I had someone bring your father in so I could question him to make sure I had all the details.The debt he told me about concerning Cillian is one I paid in full.Though, your father was the one who had to transfer the money.Clearly, he didn’t and withdrew the money so he could run and save his own ass...leaving you to face the consequences.”
Her head whips my way, and I smile now that I have her attention.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
–QUINN –
Fiero gave the money to my father?So, he had the money to pay off Cillian and my father chose to run away with it?Knowing very well Cillian would take me as collateral?
Wait.Why did Fiero give...“You paid my father?”
Fiero gives a curt nod as if it’s plain sense to wipe away a debt for a complete stranger.
Which annoys the shit out of me and it’s why I snap, “What?Did you offer my father a fantasy deal the way you offered one to my roommate?”
The corner of his mouth twitches, but the stoic appearance is back in the blink of an eye.“I didn’t offer your roommate a fantasy deal.”
My stomach pulls off a perfect summersault, and I suck in a breath.
“What?”My voice is a mere whisper.
He leans in and from this small distance it’s as if his blue eyes sparkle like the sea when the sun hits the water.
“The invitation was for you, Quinn,” his voice is a husky whisper, reminding me the way he felt when he was deep inside me.
I swallow at the dryness in my throat.“Me?But it was Tate who...”
