Chapter 33
“It’s all for the best,” Syd said—in a manner that was somewhat self-congratulatory, Quinn thought—when they returned to Jakarta and informed her and Chan that not only was the wedding off but the past—hers, Quinn’s and whatever happened in Bali—would remain there.
“Well, I have to say that took real courage,” Chan said, raising a glass to both of them at a farewell luncheon. “I salute you both.”
Oh, yes, everyone will be perfectly happy—except perhaps us, Quinn thought. But no one likes a martyr. And no one has everything.
“So what will you two do now?” Chan wondered.
That was the question, wasn’t it? There were NFL careers to consider, Quinn thought, a relationship to navigate privately and to balance with those careers, people he would have to confront or, at the very le
