Fucking sighed when he heard it, the sounds of the living room door opening. A few seconds later, his bedroom door opened. He watched as Dylan made her way through the dark bedroom, bumping into boxes along the way and muttering, “Ow.”
“What are you doing?” Quinn asked as he watched her settle on the oversized leather chair he threw in the corner.
“Can’t sleep,” she said, shrugging it off as she got comfortable.
“Try,” Quinn said, praying that she took pity on him and-
She really was a pain in his ass, he thought when she released a heartfelt sigh.
“What do you want?” Quinn asked, giving up on sleeping tonight.
“Answers,” Dylan said as he folded his arms behind his head and closed his eyes.
“It’s three in the morning,” he reminded her.
“Which is the perfect time to get to know each other, don’t you think?” Dylan asked with a satisfied sigh
“I think you’re a pain in the ass,” Quinn said as he opened his eyes.
“I can see why you’d think that.”
“Fine. What do you want to know?” Quinn asked, realizing that she wouldn’t let this go until he told her whatever she wanted to know.
“Many things, but I thought we’d start with what I did the other night to piss you off,” Dylan said, making him frown.
“You piss me off all the time,” Quinn pointed out.
“True,” Dylan murmured in agreement before adding, “Our wedding night.”
“You mean, besides knocking me up?” he asked dryly. “You professed your undying love for me.”
“Please tell me that you’re kidding,” Dylan whispered after a slight hesitation.
For a moment, he considered lying to her, but…
He needed to know.
“You told me that you were in love with me until I broke your heart,” Quinn said, watching as she opened her mouth only to end up closing it and-
“That was a long time ago,” Dylan said quietly.
“How long ago?” Quinn asked, watching as she debated whether to tell him only to end up sighing heavily.
“Five years ago,” Dylan said while he sat there, thinking it over.
“How did I break your heart?” Quinn pushed, needing to know what he did to hurt her.
“What do I get if I tell you?” she countered, making his lips twitch.
“I’m already helping you renovate Blackwood Manor,” he reminded her.
“That was an incentive for taking one for the team,” Dylan said with a heartfelt sigh and what he was guessing was a pitying look, but he couldn’t quite make it out in the dark room.
“What would you like?” Quinn asked, shifting onto his side so that he could look at her.
“A job,” she said with a firm nod.
“With the crew?” Quinn asked, watching her as she thought that over.
