“Things change,” Brooke said, shrugging it off like destroying everything their father worked so hard to build was no big deal.
“You’re not going to get away with this,” Dylan bit out as she watched Brooke’s expression turn pitying and-
“What are you going to do about it?”
CHAPTER 4
He should probably stop her, Quinn thought as he lay there, watching Dylan as she tried to break into his room, but…
He was curious to see where this was going.
His gaze flickered to the alarm clock on his nightstand and absently noted that it was a little after five in the morning before he looked back to find the small woman, who clearly had no fucking clue what she was doing, adjusting her hold on his window and-
Muttered angrily to herself around the penlight held between her lips before she dropped her hands away, glared at the offending window, grabbed the black backpack by her side and shifted to the next window where she started doing whatever the hell she was doing all over again. He watched her struggle for another minute before he pushed the covers off and sat up, yawning as he got up and made his way to the bathroom, well aware of the small woman pressing her forehead against the window so that she could glare at him every step of the way.
A few minutes later, Quinn stepped out of the bathroom and absently noted that the little pain in the ass had gone back to work on the first window. She really was too fucking adorablefor her own good, he thought, watching the way that her eyes narrowed when she saw him. He briefly debated leaving her out there, but with his luck, the little pain in the ass would fall off the roof and he’d be forced to drag her to the emergency room.
Again.
Yawning, Quinn made his way back to his bed, pausing along the way to unlock the window before he dropped face-first on the bed. He felt his lips twitch a moment later when he heard the pained grunt along with the muffled sounds of Dylan hitting the carpeted floor. He listened as she struggled to bite back a groan, got to her feet, grumbled, sighed, and then-
“What the hell are you doing?” Quinn asked when he felt her small hand wrap around his ankle.
“Taking one for the team,” Dylan said with a heartfelt sigh that had him frowning as he glanced over his shoulder and-
Found himself wondering what she was planning on doing with that rope.
He watched as she moved to wrap one end of the rope around his ankle, only to rethink that decision and gesture for him to roll over. When he continued lying there, Dylan reached up and pinched the bridge of her nose as she closed her eyes and slowly exhaled.
“Look,” she began, “I realize that I’m about to make all of your dreams come true and you’re overcome with joy, but I’m really going to need you to focus here and help me out.”
“What exactly am I helping you with?” Quinn mumbled into his pillow as he closed his eyes, praying that the little pain in the ass took pity on him so that he could go back to sleep.
“Making you the happiest man on earth,” Dylan said, making him frown as he opened his eyes to find her gesturing for him to get on with it.
“And how exactly do you plan on doing that?” Quinn asked, already closing his eyes again and-
“By marrying you,” she said, making him forget how to breathe as he slowly, really fucking slowly, opened his eyes to find the small woman who knew better than to toy with him once again gesturing for him to get on with it.
“That isn’t funny,” Quinn finally said because she knew better than most why.
“Do you see me laughing?” Dylan asked, only to follow that up with a frown as she considered him. “Although I feel like, at the very least, that you really should be overcome with joy at the moment since I’ve decided to bestow this honor upon you.”
“Start. Talking,” Quinn bit out, watching as she tossed the rope on the bed.
“We don’t have a choice,” she admitted with a helpless shrug.
“About…” he said, letting the word trail off while he waited for her to say something that made sense.
“The deal,” Dylan muttered unhappily as she toed off her shoes and-
Tore a pained grunt from him when the little brat decided to continue this conversation from the comfort of his bed by crawling over him.
Glaring, Quinn turned his head in time to watch as the little pain in the ass settled in more comfortably against his pillows with a satisfied sigh. Once she was done, she reached down and pulled the comforter over herself, shifted, sighed, and then murmured, “Much better.”
“Dylan,”Quinn bit out, putting a world of meaning into that one word.
“It’s a long story,” Dylan said after a slight pause.
