Brunch had been perfect. It had been the most relaxing Sunday he’d had in a while. They talked about everything and nothing. He’d thought it would be awkward as he and Quinn tried to stay in the friend zone, but they were naturally comfortable with each other. Maybe she’d been right.
The thought of ruining that relaxation with a big O’Leary dinner wasn’t appealing. He stretched out on the cool leather sofa and closed his eyes. He needed to go to dinner and talk to Maggie.
His phone rang, jolting him from the couch. “Hello?”
“Hey, Ryan. Are you on your way?”
Moira. s**t. What time was it? “No, I’m still at home.”
“Good. Stop at the bakery and pick up something for dessert.”
He scrubbed a hand over his face. How had he fallen asleep? “Your turn for dessert.”
“I know. Colin and Liam go
