probably hadn’t taken many holidays or sick days before.
Dallas had no idea what Danica did for a living.
She was there early, and waited by the front gate for
Quinn, Danica, and the rest of their party to get there. She
didn’t pull out her phone to check the time. She knew she was
early.
Danica was a tough cookie. Dallas was half afraid that
Danica would get there, give her a look that threatened her
with dismemberment, and then bring up all the unsavory
details of the past. Maybe she would just outwardly threaten to
tear Dallas’ non-existent balls from her body and ram them
down her throat if she even thought about hurting Quinn again.
That would be something very Danicaish to say.
As Dallas was worrying, she spotted Danica and Quinn
walking towards her. Quinn looked effortlessly beautiful in
jeans and an off the shoulder lightweight olive green sweater.
She was wearing a ball cap with a sports logo on the front,
which was strange because Quinn hated sports.
She touched the brim of her hat as she approached and
offered this huge smile that lit up her entire face. It lit up
Dallas in a few places too, but she ignored that because Danica
was giving her the stink eye at the moment, appraising her like
one might appraise a bug before stepping on it brutally.
“I lost a bet,” Quinn explained. “Billy made me wear his
gross old hat in public.”
“What was the bet?”
“Don’t ask,” Danica said. She gave Dallas another scathing
look, then smiled tightly. Apparently, she was going to give
Dallas a pass on the telling off publicly for Quinn’s sake, but
Dallas got the message.