I rolled my eyes.
We were having a text side-convo as my sister bounced around, oohing and aahing at the pristine locale along with my parents and their obnoxious guest.
Quinn had managed to escape me by loudly stating she had to use the restroom.
But I wasn’t hanging around too far away. I couldn’t let Mr. Smooth-talking Stetson steal my girl with his charm.
Drayven:Stalker.
Jax:Ah, he’s still after the ex. Got it.
Weston:You’re both assholes. Jax, update me on Dominic’s plans.
Jax:He has 4 meetings set up with other potential matches this week. His team’s been busy.
Weston:Yeah, busy ruining my life. Make them all go away. I have a plan.
Jax:Roger that.
Drayven:Better be good. Lucy’s already sensing something is up.
I heard the sink turn off inside the bathroom and put my phone away.
Quinn came out, and her eyes widened when she saw me so close.
“What are you doing?” she hissed.
“We need to talk,” I told her sternly while pulling her into a nearby bridal dressing room.
I shut the door and turned around to find her crossing her arms in front of her chest. God, she was beautiful. I fought every urge in my body to tame that sassy mouth.
“Quinn, I need your help with something. And I promise you that if you say yes, I will take care of everything that is worrying you right now—and for the rest of your life.”
“What the hell, Weston? Are you in some kind of trouble?” She dropped her arms and her brows cinched in the middle of her gorgeous face.
I sighed. “I’m going to lose the company if I don’t get married by New Year’s Eve.”
It felt vile coming out of my mouth.
“How in the world is that my problem?” She said, moving a hand to her hip.
“It’s not. I agreed to Dominic’s new stipulations to stay on as CEO because it’s either that or everything I’ve worked for gets passed on to some loser replacement. Not just Globelink, either. Everything.”
“Ha! Are you asking me what I think you’re asking me?”
“Quinn, I’m asking you for more. To make this work…” I paused. “I need to get you pregnant.”
Her face flashed from annoyed to utterly appalled.
“Are you out of your fucking mind?!”
I smirked. “Yeah, I think I am. But if I have to put up with another Sarah Hensley, I think I’ll just sail away to Costa Rica and jump into shark-infested waters.”
“That sounds like a better idea.” She said, sitting—no—droppingdown on the couch.
“Iwilltake care of you, Quinn. I’ll take care of the baby. The shop. Your mom’s medical bills. You’ll never have to worry about a thing, ever.”
“A baby,” she said softly. “For mama’s medical needs to be met?”