She held her own.
Ryan watched Quinn constantly for any sign of distress. For a woman who insisted she didn’t like crowds, that she didn’t do well with them, she held her own with his family. She fielded questions and commented on any number of conversations taking place around the table.
She fit in like she belonged.
And he wanted her to.
He was grateful for the ongoing conversations because his lungs wouldn’t work. Air trickled in and he hoped no one would notice.
Quinn had even managed to win over Maggie. They exchanged e-mail addresses so Maggie could send photos from Europe for Quinn to share with her students.
Brianna hadn’t even fared this well at her first O’Leary family dinner.
But Quinn was a friend, not a prospective wife. They might not be so amiable if she were.
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