“That’s a lot for one person to handle,” I retort.
Is he serious? That’s a full-time job.
He tosses a glance back at me. “It’s a mayor’s job.”
I stop dead. “What?”
He turns with a smile and holds out his hand. I take it, still processing. “Congratulations,” he tells me. “You’ll serve as provisional until the regular election, and then run for a four-year term.”
My face falls. “Madoc…”
Whipping back around, he starts to leave. “It’s not a discussion.”
I chase after him. “I’m not even a resident!”
“Something tells me you’re going to be there every night anyway.”
I catch Quinn as she leaps into my arms. Everyone stands around, but I only take count of Fallon and Juliet before Quinn is on me. Lost in her kisses and her scent, I almost don’t feel the burn of Jared’s glare, which I have no doubt is boring a hole into my skull.
I touch her and look her up and down, making sure I don’t see a scratch. Kissing her forehead, her temple, and then her hair, I pull her into a hug.
I’ll hear about everything as soon as we’re alone. I just can’t stop holding her.
Someone steps up to our side. “You shouldn’t have given Green Street to Farrow,” Aro tells me under her breath.
Quinn turns toward her, but I don’t let go.
I explain, “Hugo would’ve just taken the club and moved it somewhere else—”
“Farrow has no interest in turning Green Street into a legitimate business,” she fires back, glancing between us both. “You don’t know him as well as you think. Neither of you do.”
And conscious of listening ears, she takes her leave, walking out of the police station.
I never specified terms to Farrow, but he knows what my position is and… He’s practically family. He’ll try to cooperate.
Fallon comes over, we hug, and I try not to be hyperaware of knowing Farrow’s relationship to her that she’s completely oblivious to. She needs to be told.
Madoc wants everyone at his house to decompress—root beer floats for the kids, martinis for the adults—but I can’t talk to any more people tonight.
Except one.
Pulling Quinn by the hand, I lead her outside, to her car, and we head home. To Weston.
I pull up in front of her place on Knock Hill and look up at the old brownstone, my mind exploding with renovation ideas even as I process the details she fills me in on of what happened tonight after I was arrested.
She pries my fingers off her thigh, and I didn’t realize I was squeezing.
He almost hurt her.
Fucking God. I’m glad he’s dead.
We stay in the Jeep, on the street, kissing for a long time. When I can’t take it anymore, I open her door and help her out of the car, and we walk up the steps.
“So…you raced a car?” I tease, trying to take her mind off everything she saw tonight.
She beams. “Well, I never said I couldn’t.”
Yeah, it’s in the blood.
