Autumn shot all of her friends a smile and gave a tiny wave. She turned walking towards the door and almost collided with Quinn.
“Sorry about that. I’m still getting the lay of the land over here,” Quinn grinned.
“I’m pretty sure this one was my fault,” Autumn laughed.
“You headed off?”
“I am. I have this really fun bar project I need to go home and work on.”
Quinn acknowledged the statement with a laugh.
“Your friends all seem like really good people,” Quinn said.
“They are. They certainly enjoyed meeting you,” Autumn smiled.
“Really? That’s great to hear.”
“They like you so much they were hoping the two of us would start dating.”
Why did she say that out loud? Autumn gave a strained laugh, hoping to cover her mistake. It was too late. To herabsolute fluster Quinn allowed her eyes to scan her up and down, taking Autumn in.
“Well, you are definitely my type.” Quinn shot Autumn a devastatingly gorgeous smile.
“I think it’s going to be a long time before I’m up for dating someone new. My last relationship was really rough.”
“I think that’s fair. And I don’t date clients.”
“Then I guess this is perfect,” Quinn laughed.
“I guess so. I’ve got to get going. I have so many ideas to sort through for your project.”
“Won’t argue with that. Have a great day.” Quinn waved at Autumn as she left. Autumn was glad the two of them were on the same page. It did a lot to ease her mind about moving forward with the project.
Who cared if they found one another attractive? There were bigger things at play for both of them. If this project landed within the community, Autumn would be able to write her ticket as far as what projects she took from now on. And Quinn was starting a brand-new investment as far as the bar was concerned. She needed the place to be successful, and she obviously saw the value that Autumn brought to the table. Autumn felt a sense of peace settle over her. She was ready to bring her very best ideas to this project.
Chapter 7
Quinn had been on top of the world since her first shift at Mallie’s. She lay on the couch, which was currently her bed. Madison sat on the chair adjacent to her, scrolling on her phone. Quinn wanted to talk about her day. She knew she should find a mature way to bring up her day in conversation, instead she threw a pillow at Madison’s head. Madison looked up from her scrolling and arched an eyebrow at her.
“Can I help you?” Madison asked, her tone measured.
“I want to talk about my day,” Quinn whined. Madison sighed and rolled her eyes.
“Okay. Then talk.”
“I want you to ask me about it,” Quinn insisted with a mock pout.
Madison threw the pillow back at Quinn with a growl.
“Fine. Quinn, how was your day?” Madison asked through at least partially gritted teeth. Quinn couldn’t hold back her laughter. Flustering Madison was beyond enjoyable.
“It was really good. And guess who came into Mallie’s today while I was working?”
Madison’s mouth quirked into a casual grin.
“Who?” Madison asked, clearly playing her part in the conversation.
“Autumn,” Quinn announced.
