Page 49 of Dream Lover
“Yeah,” she said, quietly hurting for her brother. I hated that for her, but it was impossible. Therefore, I changed gears.
“What are your plans today?” I finished up my omelet and took the stool Drew vacated.
“I have lots of laundry to catch up on.”
“Laundry, huh?” I chuckled. “I can think of better ways to spend your day.” I squeezed her thigh, inching my fingers further up, and her cheeks heated to a bright pink shade just as Drew entered the room once more.
“Oh shit, I think I’m going to be sick again,” Drew complained, but deep down I knew he accepted this thing with Quinn was just getting started.
“Shut up. You know we’ve always had a connection.”
“Yeah. You’re right. I knew when we were kids, but I tried to separate you two. It never really worked, though, did it? Just treat my sister right, and we won’t have any problems.”
“Drew,” Quinn hissed, but he gave her the stern fatherly look her dad always gave her when she was in trouble.
“I’d never do her wrong.” Never again. That was for damn sure. That was a vow.
“I know. You don’t want me to kick your ass.” Finally, a full smile played over his features. “You mind if I borrow your shower and crash in the guest room? I’m not ready to go home and face Rebecca yet. I need to clear my head.”
“Stay as long as you need. Quinn and I are going to go by her place to get a change of clothes, then we’ll hit the store. We’ll do popcorn and movies, like old times. You have any request?”
“M&M’s and root beer,” Drew said, getting up from the stool.
“You want to make floats?” I asked with a smile on my lips, remembering when we were kids that was one of our favorites.
“Sounds good.” Drew disappeared toward the bathroom.
The heat of Quinn’s stare warmed the side of my face. I met her gaze, and she had this dopey expression waiting for me. “What?”
“I don’t want you to get a big head, but you’re kind of perfect, Conner Davenport.”
“Kind of? Pfftt, we both know that I was molded from perfection.” I leaned in to capture her mouth. We shared a quick peck because we both needed to brush our teeth. “Get dressed.”
“So bossy. Hey, you know that Carrie will be miffed if we don’t invite her to movie night.”
“Yeah, you can call her from the store. I’m not ready to share you yet.” I had plans for Quinn. Those plans banked on attacking her the second she was out of the shower at her place.
Lashes fluttering, her teeth sank into her bottom lip. The sight had me going hard as a damn rock.
Quinn pushed off the stool and went to change. I cleaned up from cooking breakfast, shoving my dirty dishes into the dishwasher for later.
I trudged down the hallway to my bedroom with a goofy grin plastered on my face. Drew was in the shower, and Quinn was in my room. I had my family back. It had been far too long. A fullness that I didn’t realize was so empty started to repair itself.
Once Carrie arrived our foursome would be complete. Like it was always meant to be. Life and time had sent us in separate directions, but now we were back.
Quinn sat on the edge of my bed fastening her heels.
I went to the closet to grab jeans and a tee. Her arms circled my waist, chin tucked into my shoulder and breathing me in. I stilled in her embrace, letting the moment wash over me, knowing I liked the feel of having her here.
It was where she was meant to be and where she would stay.
19
Quinn
No really, it’s adorable how you blame everyone else for your problems but yourself.
After spending mostof my weekend with Conner and Drew, I went home to get ready for my work week ahead. Carrie wasn’t able to do movie night with us, but she was coming over tonight for sangria and tacos. I wanted to pick her brain about my brother and this whole Rebecca wedding situation.
