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There’s a pause and then she whispers, “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“I’m sorry that I disappeared yesterday. My brother showed up at the clubhouse and I was taking care of him.”

“It’s okay,” she answers but something is still off. She’s normally so warm and affectionate but there’s none of that coming through this time.

“You sure you’re okay? You sound off.”

She coughs. “Yeah, I’m just really sick.”

“Shit, I’m sorry, babe. Let me deal with my brother and then I’ll come over and bring you some soup.”

“No.”

I scowl. “You want something else? I could grab some ice cream or medicine or whatever you want.”

“No, I don’t want anything.”

Worry eats away at me as I push off the wall and walk down the hallway. “Maybe you should go see the doc, Quinn. You really don’t sound good.”

“I’ll be okay. I just need sleep.”

“Okay,” I say, running my hand through my hair. “Well, give me like an hour or two and then I’ll come hang out with Brooklyn so you can get some sleep.”

“No. I don’t want you to catch it.”

“Babe, I don’t give a shit about me,” I tell her. “I’m worried about you.”

She sighs. “I’ll be fine, Lucas. Just worry about your brother.”

“I’ll deal with him and then I’m coming over.”

“No!” she practically shouts and I pause, my eyes widening. “I really just don’t want to get you sick, okay? Promise me you won’t stop by the house?”

I stare at the wall for a second before sighing. “Okay, but you gotta text me and let me know how you’re doing or I will come over there.”

“Okay, I will.”

“I’m serious, Quinn. I want hourly updates and if you need anything, you better call me. It doesn’t matter what else I’m doing, you come first.”

“I love you,” she whispers and I swear I hear her voice crack just a little, but before I can say anything else, she hangs up on me and I pull the phone away from my ear, gaping. I don’t care how many times she tells me she’s fine. There is definitely something wrong.

I stare at my phone for a minute before dialing Tate’s number.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“How was Quinn when you took her home last night?”

She sucks in a breath. “I mean, she was acting like she didn’t feel very well.”

“Tate, come on. I have this feeling that something is going on but no one is talking about it.”

“Look, I’m sorry but I really don’t know anything. She said she wasn’t feeling well and asked me to take her home. You had disappeared so I agreed.”

I still can’t shake the feeling that she’s not telling me everything but I have no proof so I sigh and try to forget it.

“Yeah, okay.”

“Sorry I couldn’t be more help.”