“Hey. I just-”
“You just wanted to what?” Quinn hissed, then realized
how stupid that sounded. She’d cut Dallas off. If she really
wanted to know, she wouldn’t have done that.
Dallas’ lips settled into a thin line. Good lord, was it
possible for someone not to have changed at all? Dallas still
looked like the same old Dallas. Her curves were tucked away
neatly behind a perfectly non-descript outfit. It wasn’t boyish,
casual, office worthy. It was somewhere between all of those
things. The I’m not trying to impress while being super
impressive outfit. The rest of Dallas was always going to be
impressive, whether she played it down or up or whatever. Her
eyes were huge and dark. She had the thickest, darkest lashes.
Full lips. High cheekbones. Sharp jawline. Long chestnut hair
that the sun made glorious because it brought out all the red
highlights.
“I just wanted to tell you that the money your grandpa left
me- I was going to give it all to charity.” Dallas’ eyes darted
around the sidewalk right after and Quinn snorted.
“Yeah. That’s so obvious. You’re going to give twenty-five
grand away.”
“I really am. That’s the best thing I could think to do with
it. I mean, it’s really the only thing I could think to do with it.”
“I can think of something you could do with it.” Quinn
yanked down the hem of her dress, which had ridden so far up
when she fell that people walking by could probably see her
bootie sticking out.
“Let me guess. Stick it someplace the sun don’t shine?”
“I was going to say up your ass, so that’s about right.”
Dallas’ lips wobbled. It infuriated Quinn that Dallas had