As we walk down the alleyway, silent and lost in thought, Quinn smirks. “So you’ve handled bigger, huh?”
I roll my eyes but can’t help the smile that spreads from cheek to cheek.
See? Putty in your hands.
As we hide our weapons in the closet, the front door closes, announcing Justin’s arrival.
“You still want to find out what his deal is?” Quinn whispers, jutting his chin out toward the living room.
“You bet.”
Quinn sits on the end of our bed, his legs spread out wide.
“If we get nothing out of him, we call it a day, okay? We’ve got enough to deal with, and some old boyfriend with a raging hard-on for you is low on our priority list.”
“Okay,” I reply, trying not to cringe at the gross analogy.
“Now, before you start defending him…” Quinn stops, stunned. “What did you say?”
“Okay,
