Page 17 of Lost the Handle

“Oh, can you send me the address?” Once more, he pauses, and I make a face. “Why so quiet? You’re never this quiet.”

“Because, unlike when we were younger, I have to think before I act with you. Since I’m very engaged.”

I roll my eyes. “Quinn, please. Nothing has changed between us.”

This time, he doesn’t hesitate. “Three years, Em. Three. Not minutes, days, or months. It was years. A lot has changed. We’ve changed.”

“Sure,” I agree. “But our relationship is the same.”

“We don’t have a relationship,” he says, and it’s like a knife to my heart. But instead of hiding his knife in an egg, he holds it close for his next cut. “I don’t even know if we’re friends.”

I try to play off my heartache. “We’re best friends, Quinn. Nothing changes that.”

I hear him swallow, and I close my eyes. “Call Posey and ask her if it’s okay. I can order extra food.”

The line goes dead, and I purse my lips. This is going to be more difficult than I thought.

I really did hurt him.

Just means I have to try harder.

Chapter

Seven

Quinn

Posey: Emery just called me.

Shelli: Why? Did she confess about kidnapping Quinn? Has anyone checked on our dear brother?

Posey: LOL, I just talked to him. He’s fine.

Owen: So what did she want?

Evan: Didn’t you cuss her out last time you two talked? I’m surprised she called you.

What the hell?Is my life a fucking sitcom to them? Before I can tell Posey that I’m not coming over with food and she’s an asshole, her text comes through while I’m setting the four bags of Mexican food on the floor in the back seat of my Tesla.

Posey: I did, and still, she called to ask if she could come over for dinner.

Owen: Man, that girl has balls. What did you say?

Shelli: Did you say no?

Posey: Nope. I said yes because Quinn is coming over too.

Owen: Damn it! Why do I live so far away?!

Evan: I’m so coming over.

Shelli: Me too!

Posey: No, let me handle this. I’ll report back.

I glare at my phone and then blow out a long breath. Why is having siblings so hard? But most of all, I told Emery to call Posey so my sister would do me a solid and say no.

That didn’t pan out the way I wanted it to.

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