"I know. I'm sorry. I'm tired and it's making me snippy." As I walked by him, I passed him a wan smile. "But I've used enough of Evelyn's help, so I'm going to drop that angle."
As I fixed myself a bagel, I could feel Jack's gaze boring into the back of my skull.
"All set then?" I said as I turned, my voice more brittle than I wanted. I forced myself to look around the circle of eyes. Evelyn's glittering with amusement. Quinn's clouded with confusion. Jack's steady piercing stare.
Evelyn broke the silence. "If you can get the job, Dee, you'll wrap this up. No question. I started this and I'll be happy to finish it for you."
"I can't afford it."
"Can't afford -?" Quinn began, then turned his surprise on Evelyn, having obviously figured, like him and Jack, she was doing this just to help me out, which proved he didn't know her very well. "Shit, if that's it, I've got - "
"No, please."
Quinn came up beside me, hand on my elbow, voice dropping. "Let's go outside and talk about this. Honestly, I can help and I'd be glad to."
"I can't." I met his gaze. "Please."
"Oh, for pity's sake, Dee," Evelyn said. "It's free, all right?"
"No, it isn't."
Quinn leaned down to my ear. "Let me help. I've got some money and, for something like this, I'd be more than happy to use it."
"Listen to the man, Dee," Evelyn said. "He'd be more than happy to help you out. And Jack, too. He's not quite so quick to jump in - never is - but he'll pay me for you. Money, quid pro quo, whatever it takes, he'll pay it. All these men tripping over themselves to help poor, sweet Nadia - "
I spun on her so fast, Quinn jumped back, and whatever Evelyn saw in my face, it made her pull back, eyes widening just a fraction. I tore my gaze away, shutting down as fast as I could, eyes moving to the door, avoiding everything in between.
"I'm sorry," I said. "Let me - I'll just walk it off. Give me a few minutes."
Jack found me behind the hotel, sitting on the curb of the delivery lane. He walked over without a word as he knocked a cigarette from the package. I managed a weak smile.
"Found them, huh?"
"This morning. In my bag. Thought you were holding them. Waiting for my story."
I flicked a pebble off the curb. "I'm sorry for making a scene in there."
"That's a scene? Piss-poor one."
Another tiny smile as he lowered himself to the curb.
"Is Quinn freaked out?"
"Confused. Worried."
"Which is exactly what I was trying to avoid. I just couldn't figure out how to tell Evelyn I didn't want her help without him wondering why. It's my best chance of shutting this operation down, which should be my main priority."
"Main priority should be you."
I shook my head, watching the match flicker as he lit it. "No, it shouldn't, not with something like this. But I need to cut ties with Evelyn. I can't play her games anymore. I know I should stick it out, toughen up, learn to roll with the punches and toss a few back. Maybe running away doesn't make me the kind of pro you want me to be - "
"Don't want you to be anything. Just you." He lifted the cigarette, inhaled, exhaled. "So you turned down her offer?"
"I told her I couldn't take the games... which only made her think I was playing one."
A snort carried on a puff of smoke. "She demanded debt repayment. How much?"
I thought of her first words. The family. I'd never tell Jack that, but he must have seen something in my eyes, because his jaw tightened, muscle spasming.