Page 154 of Savage Suit
Quinn’s indistinguishable words brought on loud laughter. I smiled and quickened my pace at the sounds of happiness.
“Ry!” Quinn squealed when she caught sight of me, hopping from her seat and rushing to me. She gave the briefest hesitation before hugging me. “I was thinking you wouldn’t come.”
“It’s only 6:10, and food isn’t even ready,” I said as I hugged her back.
Pulling away, she beamed at me before her gaze wandered to Noah. “Oh. Uh. H-hi.”
Although Noah had recognized her earlier, I hadn’t ever formally introduced Quinn to him. “This is Noah Keegan, baby,” I told her, starry-eyed and smiling widely.
She gave me a hesitant nod, then glanced at Noah. “A pleasure to m-meet you.”
“Likewise,” Noah said politely.
“Okay, what am I missing?” I asked, because clearly, I overlooked crucial information.
“What are you talking about?” Quinn demanded.
“You two are acting a little weird.”
“And you’re acting right in character,” Quinn retorted. “Suspicious of everything.”
“Let’s call a truce tonight,” I told her before our argument grew out of hand.
“I’m sorry, Ryan,” Quinn said. “I’m just on edge. A jackass will always be a motherfucker.”
“What?” I asked, giggling despite myself. “Leave it to you to come up with these one-liners. However, I assume you mean Timothe.”
“You assume correctly,” she hissed. “So, a word of advice. If, by some miracle, Timothe, Dakota or Logan remain unaware of our esteemed guest’s identity, keep it that way so the tidbit doesn’t leak out. Now isn’t the time to inform any of them of your professional affiliation to Noah.”
“What the fuck is going on?” I demanded. It was Dakota who’d alerted me to the job opening at Keegan Enterprises, so chances were high he’d recognize Noah.
Instead of answering, she looped her arm through Noah’s and turned him toward the three men whose full attention was on us.
“Ryan’s brought a date,” Quinn announced. “This is Noah.”
As I stepped to Noah’s other side, Timothe narrowed his eyes. Disapproval darkened his expression.
“As in, Noah Keegan?” Dakota demanded, intercepting any comment Timothe might have made. “Ryan’s boss?”
“Fuck,” Quinn groaned.
“Correct on both accounts,” Noah responded.
His cordial tone won props from me.
“It’s nice to meet everyone,” he continued, as if I regularly brought my boss to a family dinner. “She speaks highly of all of you.”
“That’ll be the fucking day.” Quinn glared at Timothe. “In what universe does she speak highly ofallof them?”
“Shut it, Quinn,” I snapped.
She released Noah and walked to my side.
“Are you two…dating?” Logan’s tone held curiosity, not disapproval.
“He’s her fucking date for the evening,” Quinn said. “When she leaves, she’ll get dick from him, then send him home. Simple, so shut the fuck up.”
“Oh God,” I groaned, pinching my sister’s arm. “Did you have to say that?”
