I stare at the end of the driveway where Quinn just disappeared. “Who?”
“They wish to remain anonymous.”
Right. She doesn’t want more of my invasive opinions, no doubt.
“They’re offering—”
“Just give it to them,” I say.
“Excuse me?”
I hear the door behind me close and turn to see Noah Van der Berg slipping his T-shirt back on and digging out his keys.
“I don’t care what the offer is,” I tell Devney. “Let her have it.”
Noah climbs on his bike, setting his phone in the holder.
“O–Okay,” Devney stammers. “I’ll call them and email the paperwork to your mother.”
I hang up, not even saying goodbye, and run my fingers through my hair over and over again. I’ll feel better once I get home. To my real home and to my office and to my routine.
Far, far away from Quinn and her questions and her curious eyes and her scent. I clench my fists.
Dammit.
“Need a drink?” the kid asks.
I exhale, like air escaping a tire. He read my mind. “Is Jack’s still open out on County Road 5?”
I don’t know what the hell I’m doing or if I mean it, but the words are out before I can stop them.
“That dive right after Camp Blackhawk?” he asks. “For now.”
Fuck it. I’ve got time.
I dig in my pocket for my keys and head to my car. “I’ll drive.”
I don’t look to see if he follows. I can drink alone. I climb in my rental and start the engine before I see him approach and open the passenger’s side door.
He sits next to me, and I put on my seatbelt.
“You’re not gonna fuck me up, are you?” he asks.
I break into a laugh. A genuine one that feels fucking fantastic.
I shift into gear. “I leave for the airport in an hour.”
I don’t have time to getthatdrunk.
Quinn
I told Dylan and Aro not to use Farrow or Noah. Now look at me.
Farrow jacks up the speed on his motorcycle, and I tighten my arms around his narrow waist, resting my head against his back. Tears stream out of my eyes, being blown down my cheeks.
I can’t believe I did that. It could be the last time I ever see him.
Everything was just on the tip of my tongue, and I feel like it’s been there for years. I couldn’t stop it. Was it weird to him that I was so upset? He doesn’t know that I’ve been nursing a crush my entire life. That I’ve thought about him and dreamed about him.
