Outside Quinn’s loft, Ryan waited. She was home. Her car was parked in its usual spot behind the building. As he raised his finger to ring again, Quinn’s irritated voice crackled out of the speaker.
“What do you want now?”
He glanced quickly around looking for a camera he hadn’t noticed. None. She didn’t know it was him. “To return your phone.”
“Oh.” The slight syllable was followed by a buzz releasing the lock.
Ryan grinned as he imagined Quinn covering her face when she realized she snapped at him instead of whoever she thought he was. She left the door open for him, but he didn’t see her. “Quinn?”
“Up here. I’ll be down in a minute.”
He sat on the couch. Ferris Bueller’s Day Off played on the TV. True to her word, Quinn bounded down the steps and turned into the kitchen.
“Hey. Th
