Page 82 of I Can't Even

“But you got the door for your wife, and she’s all that matters,” I pointed out.

“I get the door for both of you,” he grumbled. “You just have to let me get her in first.”

Hollis snickered as Quincy rounded the hood of his truck. “They all get so bent out of shape when you do it yourself. You should see Germaine. He gets downright surly.”

“What about my dad?” Quincy asked as he hopped into the truck with an ease that said he was much more adept than we were.

“I said that your dad gets butt hurt when we get in without waiting,” Hollis said. “So, are you thinking one baby or two?”

I choked. “It better be only one.”

“Do you see the amount of natural twins—and one set of triplets—that Germaine and Garnett have? That’s not normal,” Hollis disagreed with me.

“Well,” I hesitated. “Let’s pray that it’s only one then.”

Jesus Christ, just the thought of having two…

“So, any more leads?” Quincy asked me.

“I assume you know quite a bit more than I do, Quincy,” I pointed out. “Quaid shares with me, but he also shields me.”

“Do you blame him?” he asked. “But also, I bet he shares way more with you than he’s supposed to.”

That made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

“Sage is doing better. She still has no memory of anything that happened beyond the eye color of the man who took her,” I explained. “That’s all Quaid’s shared with me.”

“Let’s talk about how Atlas is glued to her side and living with her,” Hollis suggested, practically bouncing in her seat.

“Atlas doesn’t want us talking about that—or her,” I pointed out. “But from what I gather, he has a thing for her. She’s too scared and anxiety-filled to notice, though.”

I didn’t blame her.

But it made me feel bad for Atlas, who was around her and watching her struggle.

That was the worst way to experience life, if you asked me. Feeling helpless was an awful feeling.

“Ladies, you have arrived,” Quincy said. “And your second escort awaits.”

I looked over to see Quaid standing at the entrance, once again decked out in his DPD finery, with his arms crossed and his aviator sunglasses covering his eyes.

He looked intimidating as hell.

And delicious.

Definitely delicious.

“He looks like he’s in a bad mood,” Hollis said as she waited for Quincy to round the hood of the car.

I hopped out without getting the door opened for me, eliciting a growl from Quincy.

“I said I’d get it!” Quincy complained.

“Yeah, yeah,” I said as I waited patiently. “Let’s go, let’s go!”

“Keep your pants on,” Hollis groaned. “I’m not as fast as I once was.”

We walked relatively quickly to the entrance, and though I kept my eyes on everyone and everything, I didn’t see anything.

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