Don’t mess with Quinn or you’re dead, or at minimum,
deadish meat.
“We just have to wait for the others to get here,” Danica
explained as Quinn stepped to the side.
“They’re always late.”
“Well, it is Friday. Traffic was terrible. And they did take
today off work just to celebrate with me, so I can’t really
complain.”
“We’re still doing this? Just like the good old times?”
Dallas asked.
Quinn grinned at her. “You bet.”
She looked so happy that it made Dallas ache. She was
so afraid that she’d do something to hurt her. Quinn had been
so hopeful yesterday after, when they were talking. Dallas felt
that hope too, but it was so cautious and guarded it was hard to
actually run with it. She still had to go back to Tampa. She
wasn’t sure how Quinn was going to take that- if she’d lose
that beautiful spark of hope that made her shine so bright this
morning, or if they could actually figure things out.
Figure things out.
Dallas had no clue how to figure things out. That was a
very broad statement to encompass an even broader array of
emotions, plans, life in general. All the small stuff. Not.
Ten years separated the then and the now, and it was so
hard to think that they might have another chance. They
weren’t the same people. There was a lot of life that they had
to catch up on. They had to get to know each other again, but
Quinn made it seem like she was willing to give it a shot, even
long distance.
How would that go? Does that stuff ever actually work?