Quinn wandered aimlessly through her loft. Nothing felt right. Months ago, Ryan had said he wanted a relationship with her. He’d sent her signals, and she really thought she’d read them correctly. That would’ve been a first. She’d been so close to telling him she’d been an i***t.
He expected her to go to Twilight to find a date. He didn’t want her to miss her last chance to find a man. The only guy who’d expressed an interest in a relationship with her over the past months thought she was pitiful.
Sending signals didn’t work for her any better than trying to read them. After dinner with his family, she thought for sure he’d ask her not to go tonight. That he wanted to spend her last nights in town with her. He was so good at reading people, especially her, how did he not see she would’ve
