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“Haven’t you figured that out yet?”

“Obviously not if I’m asking you.”

Touché.

“People like you come to this town, take what they want for however long they want it, and then they leave with no considerationfor the people they are leaving behind. So no, I don’t want to rent to someone who couldn’t care less about this town and is just looking for something that benefits only them.”

Her lips part, but I hold my hand up. “I can keep being a dick, Quinn, or you can walk out that door and accept that, for once, you’re not getting your way.”

Her head jerks back as if I slapped her.

For a fleeting moment, I see something flash in her eyes.

It’s a look I can't describe, and it momentarily makes me feel guilty for being so crass.

Maybe Quinn isn’t as unfazed by me as I thought.

She walks away with her head down.

Part of me says I need to apologize, but the other says it’s not my problem.

My problem is finding the best way to avoid Cherry and keep my shop up to speed so that I can continue doing what I do best.

Fixing cars and keeping to myself.

CHAPTER FOUR

QUINN

I don’t always get my way.

Screw him.

Gah. He barely even let me speak.

He’s a dick.

A giant dick.

I’m no stranger to mean people or rude comments. My follower count is evidence of that. People aren’t scared to express their feelings online, and I’ve received more horrid comments about my pictures, my life, my clothes, and my body than I care to admit.

But to my face, that’s a different story.

To say I always get my way … that one just hurts.

If I had my way, I’d … I’d … I don’t even know.

I hug my laptop closer to my chest and head into B’s Bakery for a late afternoon coffee and a snack. As soon as I left Miles’s shop, I went back to my brother’s, where he, Natalie, and both babies were sleeping in the living room. I quietly grabbed my computer and came here.

I find a table by the front window next to the door. Daisy is working now, and she’s kind but not chatty.

Right now, I’m okay with that.

I open my Mac and touch the finger pad to wake it up.

My social media pops up right away to where I left off the last time.

I’ve been traveling for more than ten years, and I’ve had this account for just as long. But I’ll be honest: it just doesn’t hold the spark it once did for me.

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