Page 53 of Loving You

CHAPTER TEN

QUINN

I didn’t sleep very well last night, so as soon as I heard Miles unlocking the shop door, I stepped out and followed him, ready to go to work.

Although, to be fair, I hustled last week, and now that everything is organized, I maybe have an hour’s worth of work to check emails and walk to the post office. Most people pay online now if that’s an option, but maybe someone will pay by check and then I can add going to the bank to my list of tasks for the day.

I’m sure my days seem mundane and boring, but for me, the fact that I know I’m helping Miles, even if it’s small, makes me feel good.

I type the password into the computer and wait for new emails to load.

Traveling is great, don’t get me wrong. I love everything about visiting new places, but I think I’ve given off this vibe that I’m not available to those who need me. Like, maybe I’ve given the impression that all I know how to do is get on a plane or smile for a photo.

I mean, my grandma is getting married, and when I asked her if she wanted me to come back to help her plan, she said no, just take care of myself.

When Tobias told me the twins' due date, I told him I’d come back early, and he said no, don’t rearrange your schedule for us.

My parents were going to Vienna for a couple of weeks, and I asked if they wanted company since we hadn’t seen each other in a few months, but they said they had their days full and would meet up with me soon.

Either no one really needs me or they think that because I love to travel, that’s all I am. As if traveling is my only personality.

Not a loving daughter, aunt, or granddaughter. Not Quinn Banks, a woman who would drop everything if her family asked her.

I’m a lot more than some girl who travels, and the only person who seems to have noticed that recently is Miles Asher.

I let out a little laugh.

That’s one of the craziest thoughts I’ve ever had.

There are a couple of notifications for payments made, which impresses the heck out of me at how fast they came in, so I transfer the total to the checking account. Then, I print a couple of job applications we received over the weekend.

A yawn takes over, which makes sense. It’s early.

I could make coffee, but a walk to get something better will help wake me up before I review these new applicants for the shop position.

I grab my purse and step into the garage.

Miles has all three bay doors open, and the sunrise that peeks in makes me pause.

Is this why he comes to work so early? If I were promised this view every morning, I’d wake up for it.

I snap a quick photo. It’s not for my social account. It’s forme. I want to remember this view after I leave at the end of the summer.

“Hey, you’re up early,” Miles says, stepping around his current project. It’s blue with a horse on the front of the grill. He’d know the exact name, but I don’t know anything other than Mustang.

“Yeah, I couldn’t sleep,” I tell him, sparing him the details as to why. “I thought I’d get a jump start to the day, but I need coffee and probably a donut because it’s Monday, and that’s reason enough.”

“Are you walking to B’s?”

I nod.

“I’ll come with you.”

I roll my eyes. “I don’t think the town will be on high alert to see our relationship this early in the morning, so I can manage alone.”

“You’re probably right, but I’m not coming for that reason. I’m coming because I want something, too.”

“I can just grab it for you.”

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