or even walk quickly in them and as Dallas burst through the
building’s double glass doors, she spotted Quinn walking
down the sidewalk to the right. There also wasn’t a crowd of
people. Just a few walking in the distance, and Quinn stuck out
in her tropical looking dress.
Dallas paused just outside the door. The hot sun and
dry summer air hit her full blast. She was instantly soaked in
sweat, but it wasn’t just the weather.
She’d been waiting for this moment for ten years,
never even hoping that it would ever become a reality.
Anytime she’d ever thought about it or hoped for it, or even
dreamed of it, it hadn’t gone down like this, with Quinn telling
her and the lawyer to go to hell.
Okay, Dallas did imagine that it would go down with
Quinn telling her to F to the u-c-k off, or something along
those lines, but not like this. The scenario, not the words. The
words were pretty much bang on.
Dallas inhaled sharply and took that first step forward
down the sidewalk after Quinn’s retreating figure.
Chapter 6
Quinn
Quinn walked as quickly as her stupid heels would allow
her to, which really wasn’t fast at all. Not fast enough for her.
Not when she wanted to be sprinting and could only settle for
a rapid walk that made her leg muscles burn because her
stupid shoes were so inefficiently built for anything but being
stupid.
She’d wanted to look good for the lawyer meeting. It
might have been childish or outlandish or whatever, but she’d
borrowed a dress from Danica, put on a pair of heels she’d