“Argh!” Quinn tugged her hand away just as they entered
the alley.
It was obviously the back end of some restaurant,
because the smell of used grease was fragrant in the air. No,
not fragrant. More like thick. It definitely was not fragrant. It
smelled like mouldy fries and old burgers.
“What are you doing?” Quinn flexed her fingers like
Dallas had just grabbed her hand all grimy and covered in
manure.
Dallas’ hand felt funny too. Tingly, but not in a bad
way. Her chest was back to beating so hard that it frothed up a
storm of anxiety in her chest and stomach.
“I’m sorry. I want to- I need to tell you something, but
I don’t want all of freaking Topeka to hear it. I thought this
would be more private.”
Quinn’s brows shot up. “The alley? It smells funny
back here.”
“If you can handle it for a minute, then I’ll tell you.”
“Fine.” Quinn crossed her arms. “Fine. Go ahead. Tell
me. Tell me, because I’m not going to do this anymore. I’ve
given you way more of my time than I owe you already.
Actually, I don’t owe you anything. I did this for my grampy,
but the papers are signed now, so I don’t have to do anything
else for him either.”
“I know.” Dallas tried to be soothing, but her voice
grated against her own ears. “I- Quinn- when I broke up with
you…” Quinn waited, her whole face set in an expression of
extreme annoyance. Dallas might as well go for it. In this
scenario, Quinn was never going to be understanding. She was
right. She owed Dallas nothing. “I told you that I wasn’t in