Page 113 of Sins or Secrets
“How about we go get some tea,” Bree cuts in and takes my hand to lead me into the kitchen before I can answer.
The answer I was about to give would have definitely either caused an argument or she would have left.
Bree marches me over to the breakfast table like I’m a petulant child and looks at me like I’m exactly that when she stands in front of me.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” Bree snaps.
“Nothing, did you hear her? She was so rude.”
“Quinn, she was rude? You were being a bitch.”
“Only because she deserved it.”
“Why did she deserve it?” Bree glares at me long and hard and I try to conjure up all the things I could say that doesn’t give me away, and my jealousy.
“Because… she was flirting. Right from when she got here. Don’t tell me you didn’t see it.” I flick my palms over. “She was like Logan this, and Logan that.”
“Quinn do you hear yourself?” Bree starts laughing. “You sound ridiculous.”
“He’s my boyfriend, how the hell am I supposed to sound?” I don’t know where that came from, probably the same place that wants me to listen to my body.
Bree’s eyes widen and her brows shoot up so far into her hairline they practically disappear, but it’s the sound of someone clearing their throat across from us that catches and holds my attention.
We both turn to see Logan and Joey standing in the doorway.
Joey looks utterly unimpressed. Logan, on the other hand, has a smile on his face.
“Joey thinks we might need to sit on our decision for a day or so. I agree,” Logan says.
Mortification tightens my stomach. “Okay,” I reply and try my best at looking nonchalant.
“Well, I’ll be in touch then,” Joey states and without further adieu makes her way out.
Logan stares at me and I’m not sure what he’s thinking. “I’m gonna head back to work.”
“Alright.”
He walks away too leaving me with Bree.
When I turn back to face her she gives me an amused smile.
“Boyfriend?”
“It was a slip of the tongue.”
“No it wasn’t.”
I can’t argue because it wasn’t.
Logan
The door to Quinn’s bedroom is open, but a glance inside confirms she’s not there.
The shower’s going in the ensuite though and the scent of her wafts into the room as I step inside and take off my jacket.
Resting against the concrete surface of the wall, I decide to wait and look through the window at the shadowy figures of the trees against the backdrop of the night sky.
It’s not that late, which is good. I have a feeling I’m gonna have a long night and my dick will thank me for the impressive restraint I placed on myself nights ago when I left this room with the sweet taste of Quinn Cambray in my mouth.
