Page 12 of Out of Bounds
“I’m sure that was a long time ago.”
“Whatever, can I go now?”
“Yes, Muffin, you can go.” I couldn’t resist. In for a pound, in for a penny and watching her lips curl into that sexy pout that’s supposed to be angry is worth it.
She huffs, schools herself and just cuts me a sharp glance as she steps out of the car.
I watch her rush away like she can’t get away from me fast enough. I also can’t resist staring at her fully rounded ass barely covered by my sweatshirt. At least something of mine got to touch it.
She must feel the weight of my stare because she glances over her shoulder and the lamppost just about gives me a glimpse of the scowl on her pretty face.
I know she can see me checking her out. She’s caught me before, but she never asks me about it because it’s confusing as fuck. I confuse myself too because I never usually check out an ass I don’t stake my claim to, yet I’ve been watching hers for years.
She looks away, pissed off and probably more pissed because now the pretty little southern belle has to be nice to me. She can no longer cast her fake as fuck ‘bless you heart’ comments to me and secretly wish a truck would fall on me and kill my ass.
We’re in that weird sphere of existence we were tossed in two years ago when Quinn came back to town after a ten year absence. Logan and Quinn were childhood sweethearts. When they got back together it dragged Bree and I back into that sphere where we implied an agreement to coexist because of our friends.
We did it in high school, but we were kids back then and I was in a weird place. After college I came back different. She doesn’t know that side of me. And we’re adults now.
I watch her open the main door to the complex and then she’s gone.
As the silence returns it feels like the night never happened and it doesn’t escape me, that this whole crazy night was the best idea I could come up with to spend time with Bree Dawson.
Chapter5
Bree
Iwipe away the tears that fall while Quinn hands me more tissue.
We work together when I’m not at my half dead salon. She runs her very own dance school on the grounds of her home where she teaches ballet, and I play the piano for the class.
Today I could barely hold it together.
The class just ended and as the last student walked out of the studio, I allowed the tears to fall.
Quinn already knew I was in a mood from the moment I walked in.
I managed to get through the night and the first part of the day without telling her anything until five minutes ago. I did speak to Logan earlier before I got here. it was sweet of him to check up on me. We didn’t talk specifics. We didn’t need to. He already knows what type of trouble I’m in. I assume he was possibly part of the unravelling because he works with Ethan.
Now I’m sitting in his living room talking to Quinn and I hate myself because we should be talking about the baby. She had a checkup today and I want to hear all about it.
I just need to stop crying first.
“Oh sweetie,” she says covering my hand with hers. “I’m so sorry.”
“I just wish I wasn’t so stupid.” I splutter, dabbing my eyes. “You should have seen the way Ethan looked at me. Like I was a complete idiot.”
“You know what Ethan is like in the best of times,” she sympathizes.
“He was right though.” I never thought I’d live to hear myself say that. “Quinn when you met Liev, I saw your face.”
Quinn took one look at him and I knew she was wary, but he managed to charm her into liking him.
Her shoulders slump and she sighs.
“Yes, but it was because he seemed so…” she thinks for a moment then frowns. “God, I’m sorry Bree. There was something off about him. I’d be lying if I wasn’t straight with you.”
I blow out a ragged breath. “You could tell, why couldn’t I?”
