And worse from there. And so on.
That voice in her head? It wasn’t in her head at all. It was
Dallas. That shadow blocking the sun? Unfortunately also
Dallas. Of course she’d followed Quinn from the lawyer’s
office. She was probably going to open her mouth with
something sappy attempt to convince Quinn to get her butt
back in there and sign those papers.
Quinn ground her teeth. She wasn’t going to play along.
For once in her life, she wasn’t going to be the nice girl that
everyone knew she was.
Dallas tried to reach out to help Quinn up, bu
t she ignored
her hand and shoved up on her own. The result was less than
graceful and far less dignified than Quinn could have hoped
for. She wobbled and wavered on her tall ass shoes.
Why did I have to buy these? Why did I have to wear
them? At the moment, she hated those shoes with every fiber
of her being.
Just like she hated everything about this day so far. Half-
truth. Just like she hated that she’d made an effort. Truth. Just
like she hated Dallas Tenison. Lie.
It pissed Quinn off that she knew it wasn’t true. She didn’t
hate Dallas. She could never hate Dallas. Dallas had been her
bff, minus the last f, because that shit hadn’t lasted forever.
While it had, though, Dallas was her everything. Even before
they started dating. Dallas was the one who stood up for her.
Who was interested in her. Who made her laugh. Who shared
pretty much everything. Dallas went through so much of
Quinn’s life with her that it pretty much was impossible to hate
her, or at least, hate that part.