what actually happened between them, because Danica could
read her like a freaking book. Not a novel. More like a picture
book. The very easy to read kind.
Quinn would never have thought she’d be here. Ever.
Doing any of this. She knew it was dangerous to be as excited
as she was, but she couldn’t seem to stop.
Chapter 14
Dallas
It wasn’t dread that Dallas felt when she arrived at the
bustling flea market. Yeah, maybe it is dread. She was worried
about seeing Danica again. She’d be surrounded by her
friends. Quinn would be there to pad the blows, should they
land, but Dallas was still worried. She was assuming there
would be both blows and that Quinn would be going to bat for
her, but she realized there was a slim chance she could be
wrong about both.
It was a bit of a trip to see that the flea market still looked
exactly the same. It was held in the same venue outdoors, on
the edge of the city. There was the same neon orange snow
fencing surrounding the huge area. The same little stand at the
front where you paid your two dollars to get in and got a stamp
on your hand. The same style set up where people brought
their own folding tables and chairs. As far as flea markets
went, it was probably one of the largest in the state. Row upon
row upon row of vendors waited inside. The crowds were
thick, since it was fairly early on a Friday morning.
Dallas wondered how Quinn was able to take another
morning off work, but then she remembered what Quinn said
about her job and how she hated it. While she might feel guilty
about taking time off, Dallas was almost certain that Quinn