Graham smacks him on the back of the head. “I’m sorry, Quinn. I can’t take him anywhere.”
“It’s okay. I think the two of us will be friends.” Quinn takes the empty seat next to him on the couch.
“Yes!” Noah pumps his fist. “I’ve won over Twatopotamus here and Quinn. Maybe one day Jasper will like me.”
“Don’t hold your breath,” I mutter.
“He secretly loves you,” Quinn whispers.
“I know he does,” Noah agrees.
“Okay, I don’t want you two ganging up on me.” I cast a wary look between them.
“But we’d have so much fun!” Quinn says.
“Yeah.” Noah looks equally delighted. “I like her. She gives you shit and likes me.”
“Great.” I roll my eyes. “I guess it was fun while it lasted.”
I take the seat next to Quinn and she moves onto my lap. “Aww. I know you secretly love that we’re all going to become friends.”
I couldn’t stay mad at Quinn if I tried. Not that I was actually mad. I kiss the tip of her nose. “I’m glad they like you.”
“I like them too.”
“I guess that means it’s time you meet the rest of the guys. Maybe we’ll have them over one night for dinner.”
“Brussels sprouts must be had. I have to impress them.”
I groan, dropping my head into her shoulder. “If you insist.”
“It’s like we’re not even here,” Noah says, interrupting us.
“Wait.” Dax looks between the two of us. “Did you know it was Chloe’s store when you posted about it?”
“I really wanted to go with Jasper because I love jewelry.” She nods, holding up her hands to show the rings she never goes without now. “But since no one knew about us at the time, I stayed home.”
“Wow.” A look of gratitude comes over his face. “I can’t tell you what you posting about it meant to Chloe. She loves you, and her business has exploded since then.”
A shy look washes over Quinn’s face. “Well, she deserves it. I love her stuff.”
Dax gives me an annoyed look. “Am I allowed to tell her, or do I have to wait?”
“If I say you have to wait, will you listen to me?”
“Yes,” Noah answers for him. “Because Dax doesn’t want to get on anyone’s bad side.”
“You’re on my bad side,” Dax tells him.
“Why? It wasn’t my news to tell,” Noah says. “Be mad at Jasper.”
The horn sounds again from the TV and we all look, seeing Bode celebrating a goal.
“At least we can tell them we watched the game,” I say.
“They might be more upset they aren’t here,” Noah says. “This is a pretty good night.”
Even if I wasn’t planning on telling the guys about Quinn and me, I don’t think it could have gone better. Dax is still in shock, but honestly? The fact that they’re being their normal selvesaround her? I love it. They aren’t starstruck. That means more than I could ever say.
