“I get that, but it doesn’t mean I have to like it. He’s obviously still in love with you.”
“What?” I gasp, repulsed. “Ew. He is not.”
“Trust me on this, Red. That torch is burning so brightly, it’s shining outta his ass.”
“You’re being ridiculous,” I scoff, hoping he is.
“I’m not. That guy has a permanent hard-on for you.”
“Oh my God!” I say, mouth agape, as I turn to look at him. “That’s not true, and you’ve just put visuals in my head that I wish I could burn out with acid, so thanks for that.”
Quinn leans forward, inches away from my face. “Good. The only visual I want in your head is me.”
I gasp, and Quinn gives me that damn lopsided smile before slumping back into his seat.
The car door opens, which startles me, and I yelp, jumping about five inches off my seat, nearly hittin
