Page 25 of Loving You

She rolls her emerald eyes and then narrows them at me.

“It’s almost two. Have you eaten?”

Oh, look, it’s me being a dick again, and she’s being nice.

“No.”

“Do you want me to go get something, or do you want to take a break?”

“I can’t take a break right now.”

“You can take a break.”

“No, I need to work, Quinn.”

“And you need to eat, Miles. Plus, we need to set rules before word gets out.”

How in the hell would word get out if the two of us haven’t told anyone yet?

“Are you going to argue with me until I listen to you?” I ask.

“Yes. You can be the best at this kind of work and still take ten minutes to eat.”

I smirk, and just as I’m opening my mouth to comment on her comment, she holds her hand up.

“Don’t even start. I complimented you. Let’s move on.”

I let out a chuckle, but her bored expression remains.

“I’ll eat when?—”

Before I can finish that sentence, my stomach growls so loudly that Quinn actually steps back.

“Why don’t I just go get us something and bring it back?”

“Yeah, maybe that’s best,” I say.

Quinn turns and starts to walk out of the shop.

She didn't ask what I wanted or where to go.

I’m about to shout that just a burger from Hudson’s is great, but she reappears, speed-walking toward me with her head down.

“Cherry is outside.”

“What?” I duck as if someone is swinging a bat at my face. “I thought you got rid of her.”

“Well, I did my best, and she’s not exactly outside the shop, she’s just near it, so there is a good chance she’s not here to see you. But if I walk out there and you are not with me, she will know that?—”

“I’m in here alone. Shit,” I finish her ramble.

“Yeah.”

I let out a big sigh and then grab my rag from my back pocket and wipe my hands.

“Let me wash up. We can go eat together.”

“Great. I’ll grab the spreadsheets I printed earlier with the different programs on it, and we can go over them.”

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