“It is, but just in case, I brought a backup plan.”
“I never like your backup plans…They never work,” I huff.
“Listen, Quin is aware that he is basically just arm candy tonight.”
“Arm candy?” I ask, raising my eyebrow.
“Yes. You need to have a date for these kinds of things. The media will be there taking photos. People will see you with him…Myles will see you with him.”
I close my eyes and tilt my face to the sky, breathing in the warm air. Why does there always have to be a plan?
“Fuck it. Let’s go. The guys are getting bored in the limo.”
She follows my gaze to see both of them poking up out of the sunroof. She laughs as they struggle to quickly duck back inside.
“Listen, just use him to make Myles jealous. That’s all. And if for some reason it doesn’t work…well…” she waggles her eyebrows at me again.
“Nope. No, thank you.”
“Oh, come on, Mina! You haven’t gotten laid in what? Two months? Three?”
“Six.”
“SIX! You mean…”
I clamp my hand over her lips.
“Yes. Now shut the fuck up, get in the limo, and lets go. Please.”
“Fine. But if you don’t go for him tonight I might.”
“I thought you were after Cash?” I whisper as we get closer to the limo. She rolls her eyes and shakes her head.
“No. He has ‘too much going on’ to do anything. He said he didn’t think it would be fair to me with how much of his attention the club has. So yeah. I’m on the prowl tonight.”
The guys go silent as soon as we slide inside the limo.
“What’s up?” I ask as the two of them glance at each other.
“Nothing,”
“Nothing?” I ask.
“Quin just didn’t know what the plan was for tonight,” Cash starts.
“You two will walk into the venue together, just like Cash and I,” Jaz says. “There will be photos and possibly some people from the media asking questions. If you don’t know the answer, just pretend you didn’t hear the question.”
Quin changes spots with Jaz so he can sit by me.
“So…I hear I’m your arm candy for tonight?” he asks quietly.
“Uhh…”
“It’s okay. Jaz kind of told Cash, who sort of told me. I just wanted to get a clear answer from you so that I don’t overstep or anything.”
“She’s going to be the death of me,” I whisper on a huff.
“What?” Quin laughs.
