Chapter Twenty-One
Zach and Quinn picked up sandwiches at the deli and rode the few remaining blocks home. When Quinn started to climb the stairs to her apartment, she gave a sharp gasp of pain. Holy cow her calves hurt!
“After we eat, you should soak in a warm bath with Epsom salt,” Zach advised her. “Here, I’ll help you up the stairs. I promise it will only hurt for a few days.”
“Great. How come you’re not praying for an early death from pain?” Quinn grumbled.
“I go climbing at least once a week. With my job, I have to be able to climb around in tight spaces and so I do rock climb for fun and for work.”
“Artists climb rocks? What are you? Some kind of New Age artist or something?” Quinn was confused. She tried to imagine Zach painting while climbing around on a large canvas.
“What
