Thank fuck.
“Now get going before I change my mind and make you practice,” he grunts before slapping me on the back and walking out of his office, stopping at the last moment and grinning. “I should warn you though Crosby, if you do cheat on my girl, it won’t be fucking pretty. Good luck,” he says, and then he's off.
Good luck with what? Finding Quinn? Or not fucking up?
I guess I'll take it for both.
Walking out of his office, I immediately go in search of Ally, who is surprisingly at her desk. I guess there’s a first for everything.
Maybe that talk she had with her uncle actually got through to her in more ways than one.
“Hi,” I say too loudly, and she jumps a little. When he looks up, she appears shocked to find that it’s me there.
“Hi,” she says nervously.
“I need your help.”
“With what?” she asks, and I can tell she’s uneasy.
Guess that makes sense. We’ve barely talked in years, and now we’re talking twice in twenty-four hours.
“I can’t find Quinn. She never made it home last night, and she’s not answering her phone,” I start, and Ally’s eyes widen, her face paling as she reaches for her phone and tries calling her herself.
“Shit, she really isn’t answering.”
“What, did you think it was just me?” I ask, almost offended.
She just shrugs. “I mean, maybe? But I guess you’re right; she loves you too much to put you through that.”
Love?
What is she talking about?
I hope Quinn is able to love me one day, but I don’t know if she’s there yet. I think she likes me more than she wants to admit, and I know she cares about me a lot…but if she loved me, wouldn’t she tell me?
You love her and haven’t told her—why would she be any different?
“You do realize she loves you, right? She has for a long time,” Ally says.
“No, actually, I don’t think I realized that.”
“Yeah, probably since she met you, but that just shows how royally I fucked up when I admit that,” she says nervously. “I’ve got a lot to make up for; I know that. It’s the least I can do after basically being a manipulative bitch so you two didn’t get together. The least I can do to start fixing it is help you find your girl.”
“Your uncle said something about his phone account and a sim?”
“Son of a bitch,” Ally chuckles. “I knew there had to be a reason he always knew I wasn't where I said I was. He always called me out, and I couldn't understand how he knew. What an ass.” She laughs but pulls out her phone and starts logging in.
“You drive; I'll find her,” Ally says. As we turn to start walking out, run into Cooper.
“My car’s right out front. Why don't I drive you guys,” Cooper offers, interjecting himself. “I mean, this way I can drive Ally back home after we find her.”
“Not a bad idea,” Ally says with a shrug. “I doubt I want to be around for too long once you find her.”
“Probably not wrong about that one.” I smirk. “Now let's go.”
CHAPTER27
QUINN