Page 15 of Sins or Secrets
I didn't know she was going to be at the funeral today, and I didn't have the heart to act like an asshole when clearly she was there to support me.
Now she's here to get in my bed.
“Yeah, she's not in pain anymore.” I humor her.
“Let me go check on the dinner.It smells like it’s ready.” Her smile brightens, reaching her bright green eyes.
“I’ll come and help you.”
“Don’t be silly, stay here. Let me take care of you.”
“Thank you.”
“Don’t mention it.”
As she turns and walks away, I watch her knowing women like her are trouble.But she's the same type of woman I've been with since Quinn.
The kind of woman who isn't supposed towant a serious relationship.
Monica clearly does.
Right now, I just want to grieve and be by myself and put the past behind me with Lilly's death.
Or, more specifically, put Quinn behind me.
She's had this whole life I wasn't part of, and when she got married to that trust fund prick, Riley Langdon, I knew I'd lost her forever.
Monica comes out of the kitchen with a delicious looking chicken casserole.She sets the tray down on the table and gives me a dazzling smile.
“You will like this,” she beams.
“This looks amazing.”
“You know how I love to do things for you.” She floats around to sit opposite me and sets out the cutlery.
We start eating, but I don’t know what course the day will take from here.
“So, interesting to see Quinn Cambray at the funeral,” she states, not quite looking at me.
This conversation was also the other thing I wanted to avoid.
“Yeah it was interesting,” I reply.
She lifts her chin and stares.“Was that the first time you’d seen her since she left town?Word has it that her family upped and left and never really returned.”
The old me would tell her to stop poking around.But I’ll try for more tact.
“Yes.” That’s all I’m going to say and the tight lipped smile she gives me suggests she thought I was going to elaborate.
“Was it weird seeing her again after so long.It must have been. Although I can’t quite speak on it since my exes are in Texas and they’re not likely to run into me.”
“No.”
I’m not about to discuss the relationship I had with Quinn or how I feel after not seeing her for over a decade.I won’t tell her how my heart hammered in my chest when Quinn stepped through the door and I thought she still looked like anangel.I won’t tell her how my body reacted on hearing her voice, and I absolutely won’t tell her that I thought she looked even more beautiful at twenty- eight than she did ateighteen.
“Well that's good.” She lifts her shoulders into a little shrug and plasters on a fakesmile.“I can stay tonight if you want me to,” she adds, switching back to her real smile.
“No, I'm gonna meet up with Ethan.” It's a good lie I'm grateful I was able to conjure.
