Page 96 of Savage Suit
Unashamed in his nudity, Reid got to his feet and walked to my small kitchen island, where he grabbed a bottle of alcohol and swigged.
“You’re drinking it all,” Quinn pouted, standing, and stumbling toward him. She grabbed the bottle and swilled from it. After handing him the bottle, she made a face at me. “What are you doing here, Ryan?”
“I live here,” I snarled. “What the fuck areyoudoing here sucking dick on my couch? I thought you lost my door key.”
“It’s called lock-picking,” she said with biting sarcasm as Reid walked into my kitchen and opened the refrigerator. “You have heard of it before, haven’t you?”
“You picked my lock?” I asked in disbelief, then shook my head. “No. You couldn’t have. My key worked fine. If you’d broken in, you would’ve damaged the tumbler and—”
“You can pick a lock without breaking it if you know what you’re doing,” she told me.
Fuck, I didn’t have the wherewithal for this. “Why didn’t you go to Reid’s place?” I demanded.
Reid returned to his spot next to Quinn, holding a container of strawberries. “Can’t,” he answered, chomping into one. “Megan’s there.”
Hurt flashed across Quinn’s face, but she covered it quickly and plucked her own strawberry. “That’s what you get for giving out house keys,” she said breezily.
“She caught me in a weak moment,” Reid said without apology. “Good guess, by the way.”
“You’re such a fucking liar,” Quinn told him, sobering up by the minute.
“I can’t change your opinion, sweetheart,” Reid said.
“No. Fuck you. You can’t change the truth,” she said coldly. “You could’ve told me at any point tonight that she still had access to your apartment.”
At those words, it dawned on Reid he’d fucked up, but he was a Keegan and recovered fast. “You didn’t ask.”
“I shouldn’t have to ask. That’s why I stopped talking to you. Fuck me behind closed doors but give her your keys and your regard.”
“That isn’t true, Quinn, and you know it. You were on my arm often.”
“Go to hell.”
Annoyance flashed across his face. “You changed the fucking rules, Quinn. One day we agreed we were in it for fun and the next day you wanted to know my every fucking move. It took me a moment to catch up. Sue me. By the time I realized how much I cared about you and how much Ienjoyedbeing accountable to you, you’d fucking found out about Megan.”
“Who’s still in your life.”
“Probably not after tonight,” he said. “She wanted me home to talk about what she witnessed between the two of us at the office.”
“Home?” Quinn blared. “Wait a fucking minute. She lives with you?”
“Quinn—”
I couldn’t watch the pain on Quinn’s face. The more she figured out, the more it hurt her, so I put two fingers in my mouth and whistled. The shrill noise startled them into silence.
“Impressive,” Reid said with a smile, then chomped into another strawberry like a hungry baby dinosaur.
“Ryan sometimes had to do that to get our attention. Logan and I,” Quinn clarified. “Daddy taught her that.” She pressed her lips together and glanced away.
“Quinn—”
Swiping at a tear, she shook her head. “No, Ryan. Don’t. There’s nothing you can say. If you want us to work through our emotions together, I’m here. But there’s no comfort you can offer me or I’m willing to accept until you acknowledge your own pain.”
“Baby, if that happens, I might fall apart,” I admitted. “The only thing that has kept me strong and kept me on my feet is knowing I had to set a good example for you and Logan and provide for you two in whatever way you needed.”
Quinn’s disapproving look cut through me.
“Have you spoken to Armani?”
