Page 43 of Forget Me Not: A Lesbian Romance

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And worse from there. And so on.

That voice in her head? It wasn’t in her head at all. It was

Dallas. That shadow blocking the sun? Unfortunately also

Dallas. Of course she’d followed Quinn from the lawyer’s

office. She was probably going to open her mouth with

something sappy attempt to convince Quinn to get her butt

back in there and sign those papers.

Quinn ground her teeth. She wasn’t going to play along.

For once in her life, she wasn’t going to be the nice girl that

everyone knew she was.

Dallas tried to reach out to help Quinn up, bu

t she ignored

her hand and shoved up on her own. The result was less than

graceful and far less dignified than Quinn could have hoped

for. She wobbled and wavered on her tall ass shoes.

Why did I have to buy these? Why did I have to wear

them? At the moment, she hated those shoes with every fiber

of her being.

Just like she hated everything about this day so far. Half-

truth. Just like she hated that she’d made an effort. Truth. Just

like she hated Dallas Tenison. Lie.

It pissed Quinn off that she knew it wasn’t true. She didn’t

hate Dallas. She could never hate Dallas. Dallas had been her

bff, minus the last f, because that shit hadn’t lasted forever.

While it had, though, Dallas was her everything. Even before

they started dating. Dallas was the one who stood up for her.

Who was interested in her. Who made her laugh. Who shared

pretty much everything. Dallas went through so much of

Quinn’s life with her that it pretty much was impossible to hate

her, or at least, hate that part.

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