“Are you telling me that I rushed here and there isn’t an emergency?” Madison growled.
“I wouldn’t say that. It’s just a different kind of emergency.”
“You said and I quote.‘Help me. 911.’”
“I did say that. And I regret the tone of that text. I do have a situation I would like your advice about.”
“Fine. But I want a drink on the house,” Madison ground the words out. Quinn offered an exaggeratedly large smile.
“Of course. One drink coming up.” Quinn ran to the bar and came back with two beers. She handed one to Madison who took a sip and seemed to instantly ease.
“So, what’s this situation?”
Quinn handed Madison her phone. The screen was opened to the text thread between Quinn and Rory. The previous night Rory had texted to let her know that she’d bought a plane ticket to WaterColor. She was planning to stop by the bar to hand the necklace over to Quinn and hopefully talk.
“Quinn, we need to work on our definitions for things. This definitely counts as an emergency.”
“Oh, I’m so glad I didn’t mislabel this text.”
“Quinn. Your ex is coming into town to see you. How are you feeling? How is Autumn feeling?”
“I definitely haven’t told Autumn,” Quinn admitted.
“Why not?”
“I don’t want her to have to worry about this sort of thing.”
“Your ex coming to town is definitely something you should be telling the woman you’re currently dating. If for no other reason, than so Autumn doesn’t get caught off guard.”
“I don’t want to deal with this. Can’t Rory just stay in Vegas?”
“She could and should just stay in Vegas. But it looks like she’s choosing to come here.”
Quinn laid her head face down on the table.
“Listen. It isn’t a big deal. Just show Autumn the text messages and be transparent. You clearly aren’t at fault here.”
Quinn knew that Madison had a point. She had tried to get Rory not to come, and obviously failed. Now that she was coming, the best thing Quinn could do was give Autumn a heads up. Being transparent was absolutely the best call for the situation.
“What’s going on inside that brain of yours?” Madison asked.
“Nothing. I’m just begrudgingly agreeing with you.”
“There’s no reason to be begrudging about it. When I’m right, I’m right,” Madison laughed.
Quinn grumbled a protest under her breath.
“This whole thing is just so ridiculous. Rory broke up with me. Why in the world does she want to come see me now? Why does she suddenly think she made a mistake? She didn’t seem to have any reservations about her new relationship months ago.”
“She wasn’t living with this person months ago. Maybe the shine wore off for this new person. And she probably remembers how objectively wonderful you are,” Madison offered.
“I fear that you may be a bit biased.”
“So, what if I am? I’m still right.”
“I just thought Rory was behind me. It’s strange to suddenly have her wanting to show up. And why? She didn’t seem to care where we were engaged or buying a house together.”
“I understand. And your confusion is understandable. But Rory never had her head on straight. And the grass is always greener on the other side.”
