Page 34 of Toxic Obsession

I flopped onto my bed and grabbed the file from the nightstand drawer, opening it as another message came through.

That text had the phone number and a typical Gabby threat:

You better be good to her, or I’ll kick your ass. 509-555-2050.

Grinning, I saved the information as a new contact. Even though I would appear desperate, I messaged Wynter right away. Maybe she would think it was a good look on me.

Hey, it’s Quinn. Willing to let me make up for the fact that my asshole father barged into my room and interrupted our fun?

I stared at the screen waiting impatiently. After almost ten minutes, her response came through.

What do you have in mind?

My fingers flew across the keyboard.Dinner, then whatever else you’re up for.

My nerves tingled as I waited. What if she didn’t want to hang out? Then what would I do? Stalk her?

When?

I was tired of wasting time. Plus, if I was able to encourage her to talk about her past, I could use it against her. I glanced at the clock on my phone and mentally reviewed my schedule.

7:30 tonight. I’ll pick you up. I know you live with Gabby and the girls.At least my plans with Brody were early enough I could see both of them.

A half an hour ticked by slowly before she replied.

Dress code?

Holy shit, what was up with her? She got right to the point without any chitchat. I wasn’t used to a chick being a word minimalist.

Casual. I’ll be in jeans and a button down.

I barked out a laugh. I hadn’t ever told a girl what I was wearing for a date, but Wynter wasn’t just any girl.

My phone vibrated with another message.

See you at 7:30.

Satisfied that I was kicking my plan into action, I tossed my cell on my bed and returned my attention to the next letter.

Chapter18

Wynter

“Oxytocin” by Chandler Leighton played in the background on my small Bluetooth speaker. It was one of the few splurges I’d made other than clothes, and it fit perfectly on my bedroom desk.

“Girl, I want all the deets when you get home tonight. Although, I should say when you come back.” Everlee fake-coughed into her hand and sat on the edge of my bed. “Notice I saidcome.” Her giggle was infectious, and I couldn’t help but laugh.

Gabby flipped her long, straight hair behind her shoulder as she circled me and assessed the outfit the girls had helped me choose. My black skinny jeans showcased my figure, and the bright blue top brightened my eyes. Everlee had loaned me her Tory Burch belt and ballet flats for the evening, which surprised me—those didn’t come cheap. But apparently loaning out your clothes was pretty common. I just hadn’t had friends in high school after …

I cleared my throat, shoving the memories into the darkest part of my soul.Not tonight, Ky.

“You look absolutely magnificent.” Gabby clapped as if she had painted a masterpiece.

A blush crept over my pale skin. “Thanks for your help. For everything. The makeup, clothes, and support.” I couldn’t stop myself from fidgeting. “Shit, why am I so nervous?”

“Because you’re going out with a football god.” Everlee blew me a kiss, mischief flaring in her hazel gaze.

“Stop, Everlee. Poor Wynter is going to need a Xanax by the time Quinn picks her up.”

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