Quinn threw open the door to her loft. “I am so done with walking today. I hope you parked close, or you’ll have to carry me to your car.” She dropped her keys on the side table and bent to untie her sneakers.
Ryan strolled in behind her and went straight to the couch. “Okay, so I misjudged how far you live from Clark. It was still a nice walk.”
“How dressy is this place we’re going?”
“Casual is fine. It’s a steakhouse. By the time we get there, I’ll be ready to eat a side of beef.”
“After all the exercise, they better have a great dessert menu, too,” she commented as she plodded up the stairs. From the top, she called, “Help yourself to anything in the fridge. I’ll be ready soon.”
She sat on her bed and mentally ran through wardrobe options. Exhaustion dragged her down, but it had be
