Page 122 of Accidental Husband
Wes chuckles. "How much did you drink?"
"Enough."
"Enough?"
I nod.
He shakes his headyou're insane, moves to the Keurig, brews a pod of coffee. "You want one?"
"If you're polite enough to offer."
"What do you call this?"
"Dunno yet."
"I have more manners than you."
Probably. After Mom bailed, I ran away from that shit. "Manners are just a fancy way of bullshitting people."
"The bullshit is what makes the world go round." He peels the top off a pod of half-and-half. "You ever tell a client their idea is stupid?"
I shoot him areallylook.
He laughs. "Almost forgot who I was talking to."
"What happened with Quinn?"
He motions to the unmade bed behind me.
"Don't tell me there's dried cum in those sheets."
"Didn't ask you to sit." His smile lights up his blue eyes. "I don't know, Griff. Doesn't feel right offering details."
"Really?"
"It's personal with her."
"You in love with her?" I ask.
He rests his back against the wall. "That's the million-dollar question, isn't it?"
I study my friend's expression, trying to figure him out. He is in love with Quinn. Can he not see that? Or does he want to keep it to himself?
Usually, I'd berate him for either. But I can't really talk.
Besides, I get why Wes is hesitant. His family history is as fucked as mine.
It's hard to see love as something beautiful when it's caused you so much ugliness.
"She's supposed to fly back to Chicago tomorrow," he says. "Unless I ask her to stay."
"That's a lot."
He nodsyeah. "I can't ask her to give up her dreams."
"I know what you mean."
"But I can… If I don't do something, it's over." His expression gets pensive.
