Page 8 of Dating the Boss
I tugged my coat tighter around me and mumbled a response. He laughed before seeing another group of guys and jogging toward them.
Freaking college kids.
I had met Henry-Heath at Allie’s the night before, not knowing he was a college student. All I’d known was he was cute for a skater boy type, and he was sweet. And it had been too damn long since I’d meet a genuinely sweet guy. Banging in his dorm room had brought me back to my college days of doing the same: sneaking men into my room at all hours of the night, then having to face a grumpy Quinn the next morning, who’d been kept awake by the sounds coming from my room.
I smiled at the memory.
My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I pulled it out to check it.
Quinn:Happy New Year! You want to come over? Dad and Gwen are bringing over food, and we’ll probably watch football (gross)
I laughed out loud before responding.
Me:Sure. I’ll be over in an hour or so. Currently doing the walk of shame.
Quinn:Where are you?? Do you need me to pick you up??
My chest warmed at his message. Quinn had been there for me ever since we were kids. He was my rock, the one person I had always been able to count on.
Me:Are you sure that’s okay?
Quinn:Of course. I’ll bring Monty too, so he can grab your car from the bar and drive it back.
Me:Thanks, Beck.
Quinn:No problem. Where are you?? I’m grabbing my coat and leaving now.
Heat rose to my cheeks as I called him.
“Hey,” Quinn answered.
“My fingers are too cold to text,” I responded. “I’m at the college.”
There was a pause. “You banged a college guy?”
Monty laughed in the background. I’d punch him for it later.
“He was old enough to drink,” I said. “So not too young.”
Quinn chuckled. “I’ll be there in like ten minutes.”
“Hurry, it’s cold.”
As I waited for him, I sat on a bench and breathed in the crisp, cold air. My head still hurt like a bitch, but at least I wasn’t nauseous. Once I popped some Tylenol and ate some greasy food, I’d be good as new.
When a silver Kia pulled up next to me, I stood up and approached it. Monty was in the passenger seat, so I slid into the back. A welcoming rush of warm air from the heater hit me once I was inside.
“How you feelin’?” Monty asked, turning to look at me with a shit-eating grin.
“Like I could punch something. Want to be my test subject?”
“No, thanks,” Monty answered. “Quinn beats me up enough.”
Quinn snorted from the driver’s seat and drove forward, leaving the campus. He went to Allie’s, and I gave Monty my car keys. He hopped out, but not before kissing Quinn softly on the lips. Again, the tenderness in the action pulled at my heart, and I moved my gaze to the window.
“He’s such a goofball,” Quinn said, softly smiling as he watched Monty get into my car and back out of the parking spot. He was going to follow us to my house.
“I’m surprised you haven’t killed him yet,” I responded, slumping against the seat.
