“So … are we like boyfriend and girlfriend now?” I teased, feeling a little more at ease.
Chuckling, Quinn squeezed my hand. “Aye, we’re like boyfriend and girlfriend now.”
My first kiss, my first boyfriend.
I leaned into him, and he couldn’t keep the cheesy grin off his face, which just made me smile harder.
Right then I threw a wish out to the universe that Quinn McQuarrie would be my first and my last.
7.Quinn
July, This Year
“Tell her to hurry up. I’m starving.” Angus slumped against the back seat of my SUV and yawned.
We’d had a good day fishing together, so I didn’t want to spoil it by admonishing him for being impatient. Part of me wished I hadn’t promised him a fish supper from the chippie because he’d been going on about it before we even took the boat back in.
Instead, I got out of the vehicle and braced to face Heather.
She’d spent the day with her aunt Cammie, so I hoped that had put her in a good mood.
Before I even reached Cammie’s front door, the only pink door on the street, it flew open.
“Bye, Aunt Cammie!” My daughter yelled before hurrying down the front walk toward me. She flicked me a bored look. “Angus said we’re getting a chippie. I told you I don’t eat crap like that.”
She brushed past me before I could respond and I sighed heavily, meeting my sister’s sympathetic gaze.
Needing just a minute without my kids, I strode toward her. “How was she?”
Cammie leaned against the doorjamb. Every other month, she changed the color of two strands of hair that framed her face. This month they were blue. She tucked a blue strand into the natural blond of the rest. “Hmm. Something’s definitely up with her.”
Fuck.
“Did she say what? Kiera reckons she’s just nervous about uni and doesn’t want to admit it.”
“Nah, I don’t think it’s that. She talked about her friends a lot and there was something there. I can’t put my finger on what … but maybe ask if there’s something going on there.”
Girl drama.
Wonderful.
“Right.”
“She talked about Taran. Told me about the picnic.”
The picnic in which Taran excused herself within thirty minutes and barely looked at me when she said goodbye. “She only stayed for a bit. For Heather.”
Cammie smirked. “Heather’s quite taken with her. And she’s not stupid.”
“What does that mean?”
“She asked me outright if you used to date Taran.”
Bloody hell. I glanced over my shoulder. Heather sat in the front passenger seat, face buried in her phone. Angus was in the back, waving at me to hurry up. I turned back to my sister. “What did you say?”
She shrugged apologetically. “I didn’t lie to her, Quinn.”
“What didshesay?”
