Page 32 of Dirty Ex-Mas
“Then what’s going on?” He uses his free hand to push some of my loosened hair behind my ear. “What snapped in that beautiful head of yours to make you want to shoot him?”
He thinks my head is beautiful?
My heart soars. Hemustlike me. “I didn’t want to shoot him,” I say, softly. “I just wanted to scare him a bit.”
“Why?”
“So he would behave with his new wife.” Okay, that’s not what I thought I would say, but I think it can still work as a rationale for my actions. If he believes me.
Reed looks at me, questioningly. “What do you mean by behave? Like be faithful? Are you talking about the apps?”
I look at him. “The apps? Noooo.” I draw the word out and try to make the answer on my face as plain as day. I don’t want to outright lie and say that David is a cheater, I wouldn’t know. For one, we weren’t together long enough, or even exclusive; and, two, I don’t know if David has ever cheated on a girl or if he uses apps to do it. But if Reed were to jump to his own conclusions about what I’m implying, I have no control over that.
He looks at me and nods as if understanding. “You know I have to bring you in, right?”
“For what? Nothing even happened.”Shit!Daria never said what to do if I get arrested. “Uh, can I make my phone call first?”
“I’m not arresting you, Quinn. At least not yet. I just need some questions answered. Why, who do you want to call?”
“A friend,” I hedge. If I tell him I want to call Daria, he may wonder why. Though, she is my best friend and would be the most logical choice to bail me out of jail. Not that they have arrested me, but he addednot yet. Maybe I can make this work. “I want to call Daria. She’s my person to bail me out of jail.”
“You aren’t in jail.”
“Could’ve fooled me. This is looking like a Reed Roberts jail if I’ve ever seen one.”
He raises a brow. “You’re free to go.”
I try to step around him, only to have him put his arm out to stop me. “Quinn, I can’t just let it go that you were planning to fire a loaded weapon in a crowded party.”
“What if I said I would never do it again?” I blink innocently at him.
“I don’t believe you.” He sighs.
I’m torn between wanting to convince him I won’t do it again and feeling pride over him thinking I’m bad ass enough to bring a gun to a party again.
“Come on.” He grabs my upper arm in a loose hold. “If you won‘t talk to me here, then I have to bring you in for questioning.”
“But—”
“I don’twantto do this, Quinn. But you leave me no choice.”
I chew on my bottom lip slightly, forgetting for a moment about my no-smudge lipstick, trying to decide if I should come clean, call Daria, or make a run for it. But as soon as I open my mouth to tell him everything, my phone rings. I look down at the caller ID.
Daria.
Thank god.
I hold the phone up to show Reed, and shrug as though it’s not my fault I can’t answer his questions, then I press the answer button.
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Daria
“How the fuck did you forget to extract Quinn?” Mack yells from the back seat.
“Me?” I turn to glare at him. “Me? You were the one inside the party, you were the one who was supposed to make sure she was okay. Which includes getting her out.”
“No way, babe. She’s your girl, your responsibility.”
