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As my brother, Noah, and I filed out of the dining room, the silence was deafening in the oppressive air.
Parting like this broke my heart, but it was even more gut wrenching to know how she truly felt.
Noah wrapped an arm around my waist, and I leaned into his comforting warmth.
This dinner had been a certified disaster, exposing Armani’s low opinion of us.
Yet, I was proud of Logan and Quinn. She’d delivered Timothe’s just desserts, beating the prick at his own viciousness, a small payback long overdue.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Bright and early Monday morning, I stepped from the elevator and onto the twelfth floor of Keegan Enterprises, unsure of how to act, or even how Noahexpectedme to act.
From the time we walked out of my sister’s house up until last night, he had been the man of my dreams. After talking us into going for dessert, he’d sat up front with the driver because of the Town Car’s limited space. At the café, he’d stepped into the role of concerned older brother for Logan, expressing admiration for how he’d defended me, possibly at the expense of his own relationship with Armani, Timothe, and Dakota. He’d given my brother his personal phone numbers and told him don’t ever hesitate to call for anything. Noah engaging Logan in conversation had allowed me to focus on Quinn. She swore she’d never forgive Armani and had to rethink Dakota in her life, too.
For once, I hadn’t tried to defend any of them, including our parents. None of them deserved it because theyhadfailed us. Once Logan and Noah rejoined our conversation, Noah congratulated my sister on dumping the water on Timothe. She’d preened at his words, buddy-buddy, seeming better acquainted than the onetime run-in at the press conference.
Yes, it was a lie that she’d slept with Noah and Reid to guarantee my employment, but their familiarity struck me as odd. Then I decided I was paranoid, as I took in Noah’s interaction with Logan.
The Shibuya honey toast and bubble tea Noah ordered had been delicious. It disappointed me when Quinn asked to crash at my apartment, which prompted Logan requesting the same. I couldn’t turn down the cockblockers. Quinn would sleep with me instead of on the couch, preventing an invitation for Noah to spend the night.
Once we arrived at my apartment, Noah saw us to my door, sweetly surprising me with an invitation for us to spend the next day scuba diving with him.
“Nope,” Quinn had said. “I’m not a fan of invading the privacy of a shark. It might take umbrage and bite my ass off.”
“I say hell yeah!” Logan boasted, enthused. Which wasn’t surprising, considering he was studying to become a marine biologist.
Three pairs of eyes had turned to me.
“What Quinn said.”
“It’s a tie.” Logan looked at Noah. “How do we break it?”
“A coin toss,” I said.
Quinn shook her head. “Don’t you need training and certification to dive? The three of us don’t have that, so no need to toss a fucking coin because we’re not doing it.”
Noah smiled at her. “A DM will come with us to a location safe for beginners.”
“What the fuck is that?” Quinn demanded. “A DM.”
“Dive master,” Noah supplied, and looked at me.
“I don’t know,” I’d hedged. Logan might not get such an opportunity again soon.
“Ryan’s way of saying we should do it for Logan,” Quinn had said, rolling her eyes. “Fuck him. No.”
“How about a compromise?” Noah inserted.
“You send us wardrobe shopping while you two fuck around with sharks?”
I’d poked Quinn’s shoulder. “Shut it. Have some pride. We can buy our own clothes.”
“Youcan,” Quinn retorted. “And it still isn’t the type of clothes he can afford.”
“Not all dive points have sharks, Quinn,” Noah chastised with fondness, sounding genuinely amused at her gold-digging attempt.
“Fine,” she’d relented. “Have fun. I’m staying here.”
