“Then she clearly hasn’t met you,” Bode jokes.
“Ouch. You going to let him talk to you like that?” Genevieve asks me before turning her attention toward Bode. “I think you should respect your elders.”
“He’s not that much older,” Bode mumbles
“We’re meeting the world’s biggest pop star and you guys are arguing over who is older?” Harper shakes her head. “I’m sorry, we can’t take these guys anywhere.”
“They’re always like this,” Stevie confirms. “But we love them anyway.”
“They sound like keepers,” Genevieve says.
“That they are,” Chloe says, smiling at Dax.
“Well, it was nice to meet you all. I was taking a quick break but need to get back up on stage.” She throws up the peace sign. “Got to go.”
“Who says that?” Noah laughs as she retreats.
“Holy shit.” My eyes fly to the space Genevieve vacated.
“What?” Dax asks.
“It’s her.”
“Her who?” Marcus asks, looking confused now.
“Her,” I reiterate.
“Okay, you saying her again doesn’t help me know whoheris,” Marcus says.
“I have to go.”
I set my drink down on the table and run. Fast. I don’t want her getting away. Not when I’m finally in the same room with her.
Busting out of the double doors of the ballroom, I look both ways. A flash of blonde hair turns the corner at the end of the hall and I chase after her.
I am not letting her out of my sight.
“Genevieve!” I shout after her.
The hallway is quieter back here. She’s moving fast for being in a pair of tall, silver heels.
“Genevieve.” I try again. This time I’m closer. I see her hesitate for a moment before she keeps walking.
Not breaking stride, I call out again.
“Quinn.”
She stops dead in her tracks.
Bingo.
Chapter Eight
QUINN
“Quinn.”
A shiver racks my body at his voice saying my name. His warm, smoky voice feels like whiskey going down.
