Page 85 of Enticing My Off Limits Billionaire

"Gavin?"

"Uh...yeah, I have," he says. "She told me she's seeing a therapist you recommended. She and Kylie are back to getting brunch at least once a week. Me and her...not so much."

"That's actually why I called," I say. "You deserve an explanation of what's going on between us."

"I don't deserve a damn thing," Gavin says. "Quinn—you're a good man. I know you're a good man. And maybe I got a little weird about the two of you spending time together when we met at the White Oak, but I trust you implicitly."

"That's good to hear," I say, "because things are getting serious."

"They are?"

"She's picking us up at the airport," I say, nodding even though I know he can't see me. "I care about her. Not going to go into the gory details, but we've been spending a lot of time together."

Gavin snorts. "Madison told Kylie, and Ky filled me in already. They share everything...unfortunately. Kylie said Madison has been spending much time at your place."

"She has. I...really fucking miss her."

"But you'll see her soon."

"Sure will," I say.

"Where are you taking Adam?"

"Someplace in the city; it's called Lifeline," I say. "I realized...I just keep shipping him off to whatever rehab can take him, but I need to commit to helping him if he's going to recover."

"What's going on with him?"

"Cirrhosis," I say, the word making my throat clench. "They basically told him that if he ever takes another sip of alcohol or shoots up heroin one more time, he's as good as dead."

"Jesus."

"Tell me about it."

"Well...if you need anything, let me know," Gavin says. "I'm gonna get back to bed—it's hard for Kylie to sleep without me there, and I want her to get plenty of rest—but follow up with me when you land, okay?"

"Sounds good," I say. "And Gavin—I'm sorry about everything that's gone down with Madison, but...I'm so fucking grateful that you brought her into my life. I don't know what I would do without her."

"I'm lucky she has anything to do with me at all after the kind of father I've been," Gavin says. "Don't thank me. I don't deserve it."

"You do."

"I don't, but I need to get off the phone," Gavin laughs. "Have a good flight, Quinn."

"See ya, Sterling."

I lean back on the bench and close my eyes, my head already spinning. I feel like I've accomplished something, but I don't know if I have. Maybe no one can really put this all behind us...but I at least feel like I've made steps toward fixing it.

I glance up at Adam at how he pretends to listen to the conversation but is fiddling with his phone in the background. He still hasn't come to terms with everything, but I'm confident he'll be okay.

I certainly hope so.

Many people would say it's impossible for a man like Adam to recover...but I also had some poor expectations of myself for a long time. Coming from a broken family like mine, I thought I would never find love. I'd tell myself never to commit, never feel safe giving anyone my heart.

But Madison has changed all that...and it's time for me to start acting like I have a family.

Because I do.

I have Adam.

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