“Adds to the mystic.”
“What do I have to wear?” Quinn sighed.
She listened as Bailey talked.
“Tomorrow night, 7:00 p.m. in A.S.,” Bailey said before cutting the call.
“Well, hell,” Quinn muttered. She’d planned to keep a low profile until she left Ryker Falls, stick around the farm to ensure there was no more trouble here, and now she had been coerced into the bachelorette auction, which sounded terrifying. It was also likely Luke would be there, and she wasn’t ready to see him again so soon. But one thing Quinn had never been, was a coward.
Picking up the phone again, she dialed Piper’s number.
“I need your help,” she said when her friend answered.