But this wasn’t a perfect world, and wishes weren’t truth. Still, they could be, couldn’t they?
Tam seemed satisfied with the response to his question. Not everyone, however, was content.
“You two seem awfully chummy,” Mal said, coming up behind them with Tiffany as they waited for the valet to retrieve Mal’s Porsche.
“And that concerns you why?” Tam asked, smiling a bit too brightly and tightly, Quinn thought.
“It doesn’t,” Mal said with a shrug, “except that you two seem like, you know, co-conspirators or something. I mean, it’s not like you belong in the same huddle.”
“And you and Quinn do?” Tam said.
There was a pronounced silence as Quinn and Tiffany sensed two alpha males about to square off. Quinn was loath to step into the breach. Tiffany, however, was unafraid to go where an
