CHAPTER 33
“I CAN’T MAKE up my mind whether they were brave or batshit crazy,” Jed said to Quinn the next morning as he stacked plates onto a barbell. “According to Seven’s altimeter, she pulled her ‘chute thirty metres from the ground. Emmy got to thirty-one.”
“Twenty-one if you count the tree she landed in.”
“I thought her hair looked dodgy.”
By nine o’clock, they’d been in the gym for an hour, and there was still no sign of the girls. Quinn wasn’t surprised about Emmy’s lack of appearance after her comments last night—Black probably kept her up until the early hours—but he was worried he hadn’t seen Ana. Was she avoiding him after his comments in the truck? He couldn’t blame her if she were. She’d told him she needed time, and he’d blurted out that he loved her. Stupid. Stupid!
But
