She loved him and he just ruined everything.
Or did he…
“Do you still love me?” Quinn asked, watching as the little stubborn pain in the ass folded her arms over her chest and pointedly looked away.
“Maybe,” she muttered, making him smile until she added, “But I love Big Bertha more.”
“I see,” Quinn murmured, only to follow that up with a heartfelt sigh. “You know what I have to do now, right?”
“Grovel?” Dylan asked, still not looking at him, but that was fine since it would give him the element of surprise.
“Probably,” he said, tossing a twenty on the bar as he climbed off his stool. “It would probably be better if you ran.”
“What?” Dylan asked, frowning as she glanced back at him and-
“Run.”
“But-”
“Run,” Quinn said, rolling his shoulders as he mentally prepared himself for what was to come as he watched the moment when she realized what was happening.
That was the moment when she panicked.
“We’re already married,” Dylan said, licking her lips nervously as she moved to climb off the bar and-
“Stupid exit.”
-stumbled before she could right herself.
“Run,” Quinn said again, wondering why she wasn’t making a run for it since she knew better than most how this had to play out.
When she opened her mouth, most likely to remind him that they were already married, he said, “Tradition.”
“I see,” Dylan mumbled as her gaze flickered to the door and-
“Wait! You didn’t give me a chance to run!”
-decided that he’d waited long enough.
CHAPTER 26
B.T. Construction was finally hers, Brooke thought as she glanced from Dylan to Quinn to find them still glaring at each other from across the table, which was understandable considering what she heard the other night.
She’d admit that she’d been worried when the app stopped working a few nights ago, but now, thanks to the divorce clause, she-
“You broke my ass!”
-couldn’t help but frown at Dylan’s outburst.
“You knew better than to wiggle when you’re being kidnapped, you little pain in the ass!”
“I was trying to get comfortable!” Dylan snapped back, making her frown, that is, until she watched her father and Marc walk into the room with Jenn trailing behind them, looking like she was going to be sick.
That’s when she began to panic.
“What’s going on?” Brooke asked, glancing at Jenn only to feel her stomach drop when she shook her head as she looked away, refusing to meet her gaze.
“Your friend just told us an interesting story,” Marc said as she forced herself not to look at Jenn.
