She frowns. “No, we’re not. They don’t tell us that.”
Nope.
She was nice. And we had fun. I hurt her, but I knew it was the right decision.
Now, though… We’ve both been knocked off our high horses.
“Any kids?” she asks.
I shake my head. “No. You?”
“No.” She wets her glossy lips, a little orange to match the red in her hair. “Married?”
I shake my head again.
“Are you back for good?” she asks.
“I work abroad now,” I tell her. “Just home for some family business.”
I glance at Quinn as she changes the channel to another show, her shorts and sports bra showing her glistening skin and every curve of her ass. Some guy stands nearby, stealing glances at her.
“Things on your mind?” Sarah asks.
I look back at her, breaking into a smile. “I was never relaxed.”
“I remember.”
Yeah, I’ll bet she does.
She pulls up her clipboard and writes something on a business card. Handing it to me, she says, “I still remember how much you liked blowing off steam too.”
I take the card and see her address on the backside.
“I’m home after ten every night,” she tells me. “Key’s under the mat.”
Something jolts in my heart, and I dart my eyes back up to hers, that easy playfulness in her gaze just like I remember.
She walks away, throwing a smile back at me, and my stomach swims, my mouth like sandpaper.
She didn’t ask me out. She didn’t give me her number. Just ‘here’s the key, come after ten.’ How many single men wouldn’t love the invitation of a good fuck with no strings attached?
I drift to the fountain and gulp down some water.
It would help to have her to go to. I’m still fucked up from last night and haven’t had a release.
And we’re both older, a little more jaded and willing to take an hour of escapism for what it is. She doesn’t care if I love her or not.
I could never use Quinn for an escape.
Oh, Quinn…
My Quinn.
I shoot up, swallowing, but I bump into someone.
“Excuse me,” I say.
“Don’t mind me.”
