“You should probably be nice to me,” Jenn said in that smug tone that he didn’t know existed until after she’d fucked him over.
“And why’s that?” Quinn drawled as he watched Dylan frown down at her notebook, shake her head, mumble something to herself, and-
Stole the rest of Nolan’s sandwich.
“Because if you’re nice to me, I might convince Brooke to let you keep your job,” Jenn said with a heartfelt sigh.
“That’s very generous of you,” Quinn drawled absently as he watched Dylan finish off Nolan’s sandwich while she took in the six-thousand-square-foot luxury home they were building.
“Almost saint-like,” Tristan said dryly as he watched Dylan worry her bottom lip between her teeth and-
“Or you could just marry me and finally get your hands on B.T. Construction,” Jenn said, drawing his attention to find the woman he thought he was going to spend the rest of his life with, looking really fucking amused.
“Pass,” Quinn said as he ran his eyes over her, taking in the golden blonde hair that he used to love to run his fingers through swept up into an elegant bun, cold blue eyes that used to light up when they saw him, watching him with something close to pity before he took in the silk blouse highlighting every feminine curve and released a bored sigh as he glanced back at the window.
“Pity,” Jenn murmured with a heartfelt sigh as he watched Dylan write something in her notebook and-
Did she just swipe a screwdriver from Lucan’s tool belt?
“Brooke sent you?” Tristan asked while Quinn watched Dylan slip the screwdriver into her hoodie pocket and-
God, she was beyond fucking adorable, Quinn thought as he watched as she reached over and helped herself to a pair of pliers.
“My client thought it would be a good idea if we discussed your options.”
“And you?” Quinn asked, watching as Dylan’s gaze locked on the hammer hanging from Nolan’s tool belt.
“I want the house you promised me,” Jenn said while he watched Dylan try to look innocent as she placed her hand on the bench and slowly, ever so slowly, moved it towards Nolan and-
“It’s never going to happen,” Quinn said, watching as Dylan moved to grab the hammer off Nolan’s tool belt, only to think better of it when his cousin narrowed his eyes on the move.
“What if I doubled my last offer?” Jenn asked, reluctantly drawing his attention to find her watching him curiously.
“I’d tell you that you were wasting your time,” Quinn said, meeting her gaze before adding, “Again.”
“Are you planning on taking your parents up on their offer?” Jenn asked, letting him know everything that he needed to know.
“You’re here to find out if Brooke has competition.”
“Something like that,” Jenn murmured as she considered him. “Are you?”
“I thought I’d wait and see how this plays out,” Quinn said since he had absolutely no plans of ever getting married.
He’d made sure that it would never happen.
One by one, he bought all the houses surrounding his, renovated them and either rented them out to older couples or sold them to his cousins, ensuring that none of his neighborswere single women that could fuck him over. He’d be lying if he said that he didn’t want children. Christ, he wanted them more than anything, but that dream died when he found out that the woman sitting across from him was fucking half the town.
“You know exactly how it’s going to play out,” Jenn said with a careless shrug as she made her way to the door.
“Brooke doesn’t want children,” Tristan pointed out.
“She wants B.T. Construction,” Jenn said as she left, letting him know just how far Brooke was willing to go to get it.
“What do you think will happen if she goes through with this?” Tristan asked as he glanced out the window in time to watch Jenn make her way across the makeshift driveway.
“She’ll abandon the kid to the mercy of a string of nannies and divorce her husband as soon as the five-year mark is over,” Quinn said dryly as he watched Jenn climb into a sleek BMW while he sat there, debating his options.
He could wait until Brooke got the company and buy it from her, but since she hated him, she would probably charge him double what B.T. Construction was worth.
