Page 22 of Lost the Handle

“No. You suggested I go somewhere else, and I said no.”

He holds his hands out at me. “Exactly. You won’t leave.”

“You don’t want me to,” I say with a shrug. “Stop with the dramatics.”

Boon clears his throat, and we both look over. “Is Ava not living with you?”

Quinn exhales heavily. “We’re waiting till after the wedding.”

So, Quinn has a tell when he lies. His left eye always droops a bit. I don’t know if he’s trying to look away and won’t let himself or what, but I know his lying face. I’ve been the accomplice to many of his lies. I eye him. Why is he lying about that?

“Does she know that Emery is living with you now?”

“Of course,” he says, and once more, it’s a lie.

Interesting.

“And she’s okay with that?” Posey asks next, and Quinn shrugs.

“She knows we go way back. She’s fine,” he lies some more, and I’m mind-blown. Don’t get me wrong. Quinn has no problem telling a little white lie here and there, but this is deception. Something I never thought Quinn was capable of.

And why?

“She knows nothing will happen between us,” Quinn adds, and I snort.

“Just wait.”

“Emery—”

Before he can finish, Posey cuts in. “I wouldn’t be okay with Boon living with his ex.”

“Nothing will happen,” Quinn says with such confidence I can’t help but giggle. I quickly cover it with a cough when everyone looks over at me.

I smile sweetly. “He’s cute when he’s in denial.”

Posey snorts, while Boon shakes his head. He clasps his brother-in-law on the shoulder before muttering, “Yeah, good luck.”

Quinn exhales. “I’m gonna need it.”

Meanwhile, I’m grinning from ear to ear.

No matter how much luck he has, nothing will stop me from finding out the truth about his engagement.

And making Quinn mine.

Chapter

Nine

Quinn

When my alarm goes off,I groan loudly.

I continue to slam my palm to my phone until it finally shuts off.

I run my hands down my face, another groan escaping since I wish I could go back to sleep.

Because sleep eluded me until about three in the morning.

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