QUINN POV
I’m staring at my best friend, wondering if anyone will find his body if I bury him in my backyard. He’s been going on and on about the two women that are playing tug of war with him. After he ate half of my dinner from my plate, he poured himself a drink and sat at my table. Now he’s staring at me. “Oh, I thought this was going to be like the last conversation I wasn’t allowed to be a part of. Am I allowed to speak this time?” I teased.
He glared at me and slouched down on his seat. If he hadn’t been so supportive with everything that happened with Paris, I would have told him to man up and stop whining. The only reason for him to freak out to this extent is that he sees himself getting serious with one of them. Or even both. “I’m just confused, Quinn. If I choose one over th
