“What the hell happened? I leave you alone because you look ready to make out with Ryan, the next minute, you’re fighting.” Kate started the car but waited for Quinn’s response.
“He was being an ass.” Quinn turned in her seat. Out the back window, she saw Ryan leave the bar and scan the street.
“How?”
“I didn’t tell him I was coming here. He just showed up and said, ‘Let’s go.’ ”
Kate glanced out of the corner of her eye.
“Like I don’t have the right to go wherever I want.”
“Hmm. Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why did he want you to leave?”
“I don’t know.” Her phone rang. Ryan. She pushed it to voice mail.
“This is what I know. I watched him while you sang. He’s really into you.”
“Funny way of showing it. You know, screw this. Let’s go back in. I want to sing again. I’m not going to let him
