concerned a long time ago.”
“Yeah. Right.” Danica rolled her eyes. “That’s why you’re
basically a spinster now. It’s her fault.”
“I have a thousand reasons that I’m single. I’ve dated! You
can?
?t say I haven’t! It has nothing to do with her. I just want to
concentrate on my career right now. And I broke up with
Leanne six months ago. I didn’t want to jump into anything
else.”
“Why not? You’re missing out.”
Quinn sighed and flopped back on Danica’s bed. She had
somewhere around three hundred thousand pillows on there
and they surrounded Quinn, threatening to just about smother
her. She shoved a few aside and stared up at the ceiling.
Dallas wasn’t going to call. She had no reason to call.
They hadn’t talked in ten years. They hadn’t been friends in
ten years. They hadn’t been anything in ten years. Sometimes,
that was the end of it, and endings, contrary to what most
people wanted to believe, weren’t usually happy. And what if
she did call? Quinn promised herself that she wouldn’t care.
Sometimes, endings- even the unhappy ones- were easier than
stirring up a bunch of new, unwanted crap.
Chapter 3
Dallas
Dallas breathed in the warm, summery air. The air was
different in Topeka than it was in Tampa Bay. Dryer. Way less
humid. She didn’t actually remember there being such a
difference after she’d left. It was crazy how quickly a person
could forget, or at least, become oblivious and indifferent.
When Dallas left Topeka, she wasn’t thinking about the