Curious about something, Dylan made her way to the closet that had been empty the other night to find her shirts hung up,her pants neatly folded and stacked on the shelves and her shoes lined up against the wall. She took her time selecting a shirt and a pair of pants before she moved on to the bureau, only to feel her lips twitch when she found her panties, bras, and socks color-coordinated.
“How?” Dylan asked, not bothering to look back at him as she took her time selecting a pair of black panties and matching bra before heading to the bathroom.
“I decided to find out what else you were hiding from me and visited your apartment only to discover that you moved out a few years ago with no forwarding address. After that, I decided to take a closer look at the security footage on the trailer. Imagine my surprise when I discovered that a pain in the ass had been breaking into my trailer every night,” Quinn drawled, making her wince as she closed the bathroom door behind her.
Clearing her throat, she said, “I’d like to change the subject now.”
“And I’d like to spank your ass,” came the response that had her shoulders slumping in defeat as she mumbled, “Understandable.”
“Is there anything else that you’d like to tell me, Dylan?” Quinn drawled, the action causing his incredibly deep voice to do things to her that she felt were counterproductive to her peace of mind.
“Not willingly,” Dylan said, tossing her clothes on the bathroom counter.
She just…
She really didn’t want to think about all of those things that she refused to think about over the years because it didn’t matter.
None of it did.
This was just a deal, Dylan reminded herself as she thought about last night and-
There was something seriously wrong with her.
There was no other way to explain why she’d willingly married the man who made it clear that he would never see her as anything more than the pain in the ass that ruined his life.
She was fuckingwith his head.
She just…
God, she was driving him out of his fucking mind, Quinn thought as he stood there, staring helplessly at the woman who professed her undying love for him one minute only to go into a rant about pots of gold and leg room the next.
That was followed by her accusing him of always being after her Lucky Charms. When he tried to get her to focus, she mumbled that they were magically delicious, following that up with a sniffle. After that, he’d stopped trying to get answers, mostly because that’s when she decided to mumble“A Hundred Bottles of Beer on the Wall”incoherently against the carpet, only to keep losing count after she got to ninety-nine and had to start over again.
He’d spent the rest of the night alternating between pacing the room and struggling not to lose his fucking mind. When she finally crawled out from under the bed, he’d waited for the moment when she remembered what she said last night only it never came. Instead, she’d hummed what sounded suspiciously like“It’s a Small World”to herself as she got ready for work, completely fucking oblivious to the fact that what she’d said last night had left him reeling.
“Why are we glaring at your wife?” Tristan asked as they watched Dylan press her face against the passenger side windowand release a shuddering sigh as she stared longingly at Blackwood Manor.
“Do you think she’s evil?” Quinn asked, watching as Dylan mouthed the words, “I love you,” to the house that had been officially removed from the condemned list this morning.
“Yes,” Tristan said without any hesitation as they watched Dylan place her hand against the window with a shuddering sigh. “But that doesn’t explain why you’re glaring at her.”
“Because it brings me joy,” Quinn said dryly as they watched Dylan drop her hand away from the window and-
“Child safety lock?” Tristan asked as they watched Dylan try to open the door only to give up with a sigh.
“She really didn’t leave me with much of a choice, not after she took it upon herself to help secure the roof,” Quinn said as he watched Dylan slowly turn her head so that she could glare at him.
“Are you going to tell me what she did to piss you off?” Tristan asked, watching as Dylan narrowed her eyes on him and-
Had his lips twitching.
“Did…did she just mouth, ‘Watch your back, bitch?’” Tristan asked as Dylan followed that up by pointing at Quinn just in case there was any confusion.
God, she really was fucking adorable.
“Probably,” Quinn thought as he glanced back at the truck loaded with temporary chain-link fence panels. “Are those six-foot or the eight-foot panels?”
“Six,” Tristan said as Quinn glanced back at the small woman watching his every move and-
