Authors: Shannyn Schroeder
More Than This (31 page)
“I know. Colin and Liam got into my dessert when I left it unguarded.”
“Fine. I’ll bring something. But they do my share of the dishes.”
“Good luck getting them to agree. See you soon.”
He got off the couch and stretched. Splashing water on his face helped wake him fully.
He checked the time. He’d have just enough time to stop at Blackstone Bakery before
they closed.
He checked the time. He’d have just enough time to stop at Blackstone Bakery before
they closed.
A box of pastries—Maggie’s favorite chocolate éclairs and cream puffs for Mom—should
win him enough time to explain why Maggie shouldn’t leave. He called the bakery on
his way to the car.
win him enough time to explain why Maggie shouldn’t leave. He called the bakery on
his way to the car.
He parked on the street down the block from his childhood home. O’Leary cars lined
the street. It looked like he was the last to arrive. He jogged up the concrete stairs
and swung in the door.
the street. It looked like he was the last to arrive. He jogged up the concrete stairs
and swung in the door.
Liam and Colin were sitting on the couch arguing about baseball, but they both shut
up when they saw the white bakery box. They shifted to follow, but Ryan shot them
a look. “Don’t bother. I’ll break your fingers if you untie the string on this box.”
up when they saw the white bakery box. They shifted to follow, but Ryan shot them
a look. “Don’t bother. I’ll break your fingers if you untie the string on this box.”
He walked through to the kitchen. Bending, he kissed his mom on her cheek. Moira swooped
in and snatched the box.
in and snatched the box.
“Did you get something good?”
“I went to Blackstone. It’s all good. Where’s Maggie?”
His mother turned from the stove, wiping her hands on a towel. “She’s not here.”
“Oooo. That means éclairs. He’s trying to bribe Maggie.” Moira smacked her lips.
“Why not?” he asked, focused on his mother.
“She doesn’t want to fight with you. I told her we’d talk.”
He crossed his arms. “You’re not going to convince me this is a good idea.”
She imitated his stance. “And you won’t convince her it’s a bad one. Even with éclairs.”
She pointed a quick finger at him. “And knowing you, there’s cream puffs as well,
with your thinking you’d get me to side with you.”
She pointed a quick finger at him. “And knowing you, there’s cream puffs as well,
with your thinking you’d get me to side with you.”
Of course his mother would know his every ploy. Not much got passed Eileen O’Leary.
“She thinks she can take care of herself, but she can’t.”
“She thinks she can take care of herself, but she can’t.”
“She’s stronger than you give her credit for. We all are.” She touched his cheek in
a gesture she’d done his whole life.
a gesture she’d done his whole life.
It softened him, but he knew her ploys as well. “I know you’re strong, Mom. I worry
about Maggie.”
about Maggie.”
“I know you do, but you need to let her go.”
Noise erupted from the living room. It wasn’t a whooping sports cheer either. His
mother pushed him aside.
mother pushed him aside.
“It must be Michael,” she said halfway through the door.
Michael. His schedule at the firehouse often conflicted with family dinner. Entering
the dining room, Ryan saw the reason for the fuss. Moira and their mom were crying
and hugging Brianna, Michael’s girlfriend.
the dining room, Ryan saw the reason for the fuss. Moira and their mom were crying
and hugging Brianna, Michael’s girlfriend.
On Brianna’s left hand, a huge, glistening diamond winked. It certainly explained
Michael picking up shifts at the bar. Ryan pushed through the crowd to get to Brianna.
“My turn.”
Michael picking up shifts at the bar. Ryan pushed through the crowd to get to Brianna.
“My turn.”
He scooped her up and swung in a circle, causing Brianna’s long blond hair to swing
and making her giggle. As he let her down, he whispered into her hair, “You make him
happy. There’s nothing else I could want for him.”
and making her giggle. As he let her down, he whispered into her hair, “You make him
happy. There’s nothing else I could want for him.”
Still teary-eyed, she reached up and gave him a peck on the cheek. “He makes me happier
than I thought possible.”
than I thought possible.”
Michael tapped him on the shoulder. “Hands off my fiancée. Get your own.”
Brianna beamed at Michael. “Say that again. I like the sound of it.”
“Get your own,” he repeated, earning him an elbow from Brianna. “Oh, my fiancée.”
“Yeah.” She kissed him and turned to Eileen. “What can I help with for dinner?”
“Dinner is ready. You can help Ryan set the table.”
Moira looked at Ryan. “It’s about time you got your own.”
“Own what?”
“Fiancée.”
He shook his head and followed Brianna and his mother into the kitchen. Ryan grabbed
a stack of plates while Brianna carried a tray of silverware. As they worked their
way around the table, Brianna asked, “Are you seeing anyone?”
a stack of plates while Brianna carried a tray of silverware. As they worked their
way around the table, Brianna asked, “Are you seeing anyone?”
“Not really.”
She stopped, holding a fork above a place setting. “What does that mean, not really?
It’s a yes or no.”
It’s a yes or no.”
From the couch, Colin interjected, “He’s got one on the hook but can’t manage to reel
her in.”
her in.”
“Shut up.” He glared at Colin, willing him to follow the command.
“What’s her name?”
Ryan said nothing. Colin hoisted himself off the couch and leaned against the antique
china cabinet across from the table. “Quinn. Her name is Quinn. She’s a teacher and
she sings, I think. I never did get a clear answer. She’s pretty. About your height,
Brianna. Dark hair cut to her chin.”
china cabinet across from the table. “Quinn. Her name is Quinn. She’s a teacher and
she sings, I think. I never did get a clear answer. She’s pretty. About your height,
Brianna. Dark hair cut to her chin.”
Brianna laid the last fork in place. “You seem to know an awful lot.”
“He needs to keep his nose out of other people’s business.” Ryan shoved his hands
deep in his pockets.
deep in his pockets.
“Well, I’m glad he doesn’t. Otherwise we might never know you had a life outside the
bar.” Brianna circled the table again, placing a paper napkin opposite the silverware.
bar.” Brianna circled the table again, placing a paper napkin opposite the silverware.
Moira breezed in with the first two bowls, asparagus and corn.
“So where’d you meet her?” Brianna continued.
“Meet who?” Moira spun on her heels to pin Colin and Ryan to their places.
“No one,” Ryan answered.
“Did you and Kathy hit it off? I think she likes you.”
“Sorry to disappoint you. She’s a nice girl, but there was no chemistry.”
“How could there be no chemistry? She’s gorgeous and smart and friendly.”
Colin jumped in. “Hey, where’s my introduction?”
Moira eyed him. “Kathy’s looking to settle down and you’re . . . Colin.”
Colin answered with a frown.
Moira turned back to Ryan. “So you have a girlfriend?”
“I don’t have a girlfriend. Quinn is a friend who happens to be female.” He still
had a hard time swallowing it, but even if she was more, he wouldn’t want to expose
her to this.
had a hard time swallowing it, but even if she was more, he wouldn’t want to expose
her to this.
“Moira, potatoes gettin’ cold,” Eileen called from the kitchen.
“I’m coming,” Moira yelled back. She turned to Ryan. “Don’t say anything else until
I get back.”
I get back.”
Ryan growled and followed Moira into the kitchen. He returned to find Brianna still
waiting and Colin wearing a wicked smirk.
waiting and Colin wearing a wicked smirk.
Moira came bustling back with the mashed potatoes and Eileen close on her heels with
a huge plate of ham.
a huge plate of ham.
The smell of hot food called Liam and Michael from the couch. Michael moved straight
to Brianna to take the seat beside her. Without Maggie they didn’t need to squeeze
one of the kitchen chairs at the corner of the table.
to Brianna to take the seat beside her. Without Maggie they didn’t need to squeeze
one of the kitchen chairs at the corner of the table.
Ryan moved to the head of the table, opposite his mother. Colin now occupied his father’s
chair, where Ryan had been sitting for the last three years.
chair, where Ryan had been sitting for the last three years.
Colin didn’t even spare a look. Ryan bit his tongue to keep the peace. Colin was baiting
him, and Ryan wondered how much further he’d push it.
him, and Ryan wondered how much further he’d push it.
Ryan sat between Liam and Eileen, across from Michael.
“Colin, say grace.”
Ryan withheld a snarl and held his mother’s hand. None of them was a churchgoer anymore.
A childhood of Sundays spent in church was enough. Their mom overlooked their collective
lapse of faith as long as they said grace before Sunday dinner.
A childhood of Sundays spent in church was enough. Their mom overlooked their collective
lapse of faith as long as they said grace before Sunday dinner.
“Lord, we thank you for fine food, family, and love. Amen.” As soon as the sign of
the cross was made, arms stretched, forks clinked, and noise ensued.
the cross was made, arms stretched, forks clinked, and noise ensued.
Moira’s voice rose above the clatter. “Tell us about Quinn.”
“Drop it, Moira. She’s a friend.”
“I don’t see how it’s fair for you to grill us about every minute detail of every
date we have, but you give us nothing.” The fork she waved while talking finally made
its way into her mouth.
date we have, but you give us nothing.” The fork she waved while talking finally made
its way into her mouth.
“There’s nothing to give. She’s a teacher at Jones. She started coming in with the
other teachers, and we became friends.” He scooped a pile of mashed potatoes into
his mouth.
other teachers, and we became friends.” He scooped a pile of mashed potatoes into
his mouth.
Moira leaned over to see him around Liam. “Did you sleep with her?”
Ryan slammed down his fork. “None of your damn business.”
“Ryan, your language,” Eileen admonished.
He stood, mumbled, “Sorry, Mom,” and went into the kitchen. He paced the room twice
before pulling a beer from the fridge and popping the top. The cool bottle had barely
reached his lips when Michael came in.
before pulling a beer from the fridge and popping the top. The cool bottle had barely
reached his lips when Michael came in.
“Better not let Mom catch you.”
“It’ll be gone quick.” He took a long drink.
“Let me have a swig.”
Ryan passed the bottle.
Michael took a drink and handed it back. “Colin’s being an ass. He’s pushing your
buttons because you let him. You make it easy. And Moira can’t help being nosy. It
comes with being a reporter.”
buttons because you let him. You make it easy. And Moira can’t help being nosy. It
comes with being a reporter.”
“I know. I’ve got a lot on my mind.” Mostly Quinn. Flirting with Kathy hadn’t taken
his mind off anything. He was a mess.
his mind off anything. He was a mess.
“Come back to the table before Mom comes looking for us.”
“I’ll be there in a minute.” He drained the bottle and shoved it deep in the trash
can. He reentered the dining room determined to keep his cool.
can. He reentered the dining room determined to keep his cool.
His mother moved on easily. “How’s Griffin? I haven’t seen that boy in ages.”
“He’s been out of town on and off for weeks. Some production glitch required his attention.
He’ll be back sometime this week. I’ll bring him by soon.”
He’ll be back sometime this week. I’ll bring him by soon.”
“Good. He staying out of trouble?”
“As far as I know.”
The table settled into the comfortable silence of family sharing a meal. Colin’s voice
broke the silence. He stared at Ryan. “You need to tell them.”
broke the silence. He stared at Ryan. “You need to tell them.”
“About what?”
“About the rapes.” Jaws and forks dropped. “It’ll affect business, and you have women
sitting at this table—”
sitting at this table—”
“Shut up.”
Eileen touched Ryan’s arm. “What is it?”
His muscles bunched. He had intended to tell them, but not like this. “Charlie Boyle
came to see me the other day. There have been a series of rapes in the area. A group
of guys try to pick up a woman at a neighborhood bar on a weeknight. Slip her a roofie.”
came to see me the other day. There have been a series of rapes in the area. A group
of guys try to pick up a woman at a neighborhood bar on a weeknight. Slip her a roofie.”
Her hand trembled on his arm. He covered her slender fingers with his palm. “No one
from O’Leary’s. The cops don’t have much. I’m going to hire extra guys to work the
room. A lot of women stop by for a drink after work. They’re all targets.”
from O’Leary’s. The cops don’t have much. I’m going to hire extra guys to work the
room. A lot of women stop by for a drink after work. They’re all targets.”
“I’ll spread word at the firehouse. The guys are always looking for a way to make
more cash,” Michael said.
more cash,” Michael said.
“Thanks. It would save me an extra step.” He swirled a piece of ham through a puddle
of brown sugar syrup. His appetite faded, but he continued to put on a show for his
mother.
of brown sugar syrup. His appetite faded, but he continued to put on a show for his
mother.
“A new critic came into the restaurant last night.”
Ryan faced Liam, grateful for the change in topic. “Yeah? How’d it go?” he asked and
hoped he sounded cheerful.
hoped he sounded cheerful.
“He said it was one of the best meals he’s ever had in Chicago. And the chef, me,
is a rising star.”
is a rising star.”
“Congrats, man.” Ryan clapped him on the shoulder.
Questions flooded after that. Moira wanted to know about the winning dish. Eileen
wanted to know where to get a copy of the review.
wanted to know where to get a copy of the review.
Ryan stood and excused himself. He scraped the remaining food into the trash and put
the plate into the sink. The sun still blazed through the window above the sink.
the plate into the sink. The sun still blazed through the window above the sink.
Eileen came in moments later. “You’re staying for dessert, aren’t you?”
“No, I’ve got to get to the bar. I need to close tonight.”
“You work too hard. Like your father that way. You have help. Colin’s home.”
“Enjoy the cream puffs.” He bent and kissed her cheek.
On his way to the car, he tried to push the weight of his life off his chest. Time
to put on a friendly face to meet the people at Twilight. As he traveled to the bar,
his thoughts revolved around a quiet brunch with Quinn.
to put on a friendly face to meet the people at Twilight. As he traveled to the bar,
his thoughts revolved around a quiet brunch with Quinn.
CHAPTER 20
Q
uinn slithered into the black dress she swore she’d never wear again. Indy guaranteed
the dress had gotten a reaction when they’d gone to Twilight, and she was rarely wrong.
uinn slithered into the black dress she swore she’d never wear again. Indy guaranteed
the dress had gotten a reaction when they’d gone to Twilight, and she was rarely wrong.
Tonight Quinn would complete the last item on her list before her vacation. Indulge
at an expensive restaurant. Her vacation to New Orleans was planned. She’d leave in
two weeks. The summer romance obviously wasn’t going to happen. She hated to fail.
The summer hadn’t been a total waste, though. She’d grown and learned a lot about
herself in the process.
at an expensive restaurant. Her vacation to New Orleans was planned. She’d leave in
two weeks. The summer romance obviously wasn’t going to happen. She hated to fail.
The summer hadn’t been a total waste, though. She’d grown and learned a lot about
herself in the process.
She was ready to have a baby.
Indy arrived at seven-fifteen, only fifteen minutes late. Quinn hadn’t wanted to go
to a restaurant alone. She didn’t ask Ryan because he probably wouldn’t let her pay
the bill.
to a restaurant alone. She didn’t ask Ryan because he probably wouldn’t let her pay
the bill.
“You look fabulous.” Quinn stared at the deep navy-colored dress shimmering over Indy’s
body.
body.
Indy twirled around. “You think?”
“It’s perfect. In fact, it makes me want to wear a trash bag. I never could compete
with your style.”
with your style.”
Indy ran her eyes up and down. “Trust me. Your dress competes without a problem.”
They took a cab to Gibson’s, a premier steakhouse. Griffin had given her a few other
restaurants to choose from: RL, Ralph Lauren’s Chicago restaurant, The Shanghai Terrace
at the Peninsula Hotel, and Porter’s, where Ryan’s brother Liam worked.
restaurants to choose from: RL, Ralph Lauren’s Chicago restaurant, The Shanghai Terrace
at the Peninsula Hotel, and Porter’s, where Ryan’s brother Liam worked.
RL was a restaurant for high-profile socialites, and Quinn didn’t think she could
pull that off regardless of the amount of cash in her wallet. The Shanghai Terrace
offered unique Chinese food, and although the terrace looked like a beautiful place
to dine, she only enjoyed Chinese food out of white cartons. Porter’s, while it would
be similar to Gibson’s, she avoided because she needed something that wasn’t attached
to the O’Leary name.
pull that off regardless of the amount of cash in her wallet. The Shanghai Terrace
offered unique Chinese food, and although the terrace looked like a beautiful place
to dine, she only enjoyed Chinese food out of white cartons. Porter’s, while it would
be similar to Gibson’s, she avoided because she needed something that wasn’t attached
to the O’Leary name.
Gibson’s was a place every Chicagoan knew. Celebrities often had their photos taken
over a steak at Gibson’s. Even with its fame, it wasn’t pretentious. That’s what made
Quinn choose it.
over a steak at Gibson’s. Even with its fame, it wasn’t pretentious. That’s what made
Quinn choose it.
They sat at the bar and sipped expensive margaritas while waiting for their table.
Quinn turned on her stool and surveyed the part of the restaurant she could see. The
customers were equal parts couples on a date and businessmen making deals. In both
cases, Quinn felt surrounded by suits.
Quinn turned on her stool and surveyed the part of the restaurant she could see. The
customers were equal parts couples on a date and businessmen making deals. In both
cases, Quinn felt surrounded by suits.
“These margaritas are delicious,” Indy commented. “Good thing we’re not driving.”
“Do you feel out of place here?”
Indy’s eyebrows drew together. “No, why would I? Richard took me to dinner here once.”
“Figures.”
“What?”
Quinn lifted her shoulders in an attempt to loosen some tension. “Nothing. It’s .
. . we grew up in the same house, in the same small town. I don’t get why a roomful
of men doesn’t faze you.”
. . we grew up in the same house, in the same small town. I don’t get why a roomful
of men doesn’t faze you.”
“They’re just men under the suits. And not all that different from one another.”
“Back home most guys didn’t even own a suit. These guys exude power.”
Indy chuckled with a glint in her eye. “They only have power in the courtroom or the
boardroom. In the bedroom, you have the power.”
boardroom. In the bedroom, you have the power.”
Quinn laughed. “Not likely.”
“You need to walk through the room like you own it, and you will. You’ve never had
faith in yourself. That’s what I don’t get. If you allowed any of these guys near
you, they’d be intimidated.”
faith in yourself. That’s what I don’t get. If you allowed any of these guys near
you, they’d be intimidated.”
Quinn wondered exactly how much alcohol was in Indy’s drink. She intimidated no one.
The hostess arrived to show them to their table. As they walked through the restaurant,
she felt eyes turn to them. Some a quick flick at movement in their field of vision,
others a lingering leer. Keeping her head up, Quinn pushed a little more sway in her
hips. A smile crossed her lips as she thought of having Indy’s power.
she felt eyes turn to them. Some a quick flick at movement in their field of vision,
others a lingering leer. Keeping her head up, Quinn pushed a little more sway in her
hips. A smile crossed her lips as she thought of having Indy’s power.
Their table was along a side wall, not quite tucked into a corner. A couple nestled
in the corner booth, their closeness spoke of intimacy. Indy took the seat with her
back to the wall. “This way, I have a good view of any guy coming to hit on us.”
in the corner booth, their closeness spoke of intimacy. Indy took the seat with her
back to the wall. “This way, I have a good view of any guy coming to hit on us.”
“Don’t you think I should be able to check a guy out before he gets here?”
“No, you’d shoot down the whole idea.”
Quinn rolled her eyes. “Chances are, no man’s going to hit on me here. That’s why
I chose this restaurant. I’m here to enjoy a meal. And maybe catch a glimpse of Johnny
Depp.”
I chose this restaurant. I’m here to enjoy a meal. And maybe catch a glimpse of Johnny
Depp.”
“We’ll see. Men have already noticed us. The single ones did a quick assessment as
soon as we popped on their radar.”
soon as we popped on their radar.”
“Let’s just eat, okay? Order anything you want.”
“Anything? You might have to hock your car to pay your Visa bill.”
“I’m not worried.”
Their waiter appeared and rattled through the specials and recommended a bottle of
wine. Quinn opted to trust his judgment and ordered it.
wine. Quinn opted to trust his judgment and ordered it.
A big, fat, juicy steak and a huge baked potato slathered in butter was all she wanted.
She stared at the menu to find that even with such a simple request, she had decisions
to make.
She stared at the menu to find that even with such a simple request, she had decisions
to make.
“The prime rib will melt in your mouth,” Indy told her.
“I’m not a big fan of prime rib. I like a regular old steak.”
“You’ve never had it here. I’ll order it and you can try some.” She closed her menu
and set it on the corner of the table.
and set it on the corner of the table.
Quinn decided to let the waiter suggest something for her when he returned.
Indy’s face suddenly darkened. “Uh-oh. Vulture at ten o’clock.”
“Where?” Quinn began to turn, but Indy caught her wrist.
“Don’t. Too obvious. Rock, paper, scissors?”
“God, no. I’ll handle this one.”
Act like you own it and you do.
She felt the temperature of her cheeks rise as the tall man towered over their table,
but she held her resolve.
Act like you own it and you do.
She felt the temperature of her cheeks rise as the tall man towered over their table,
but she held her resolve.
“Ladies.”
I know that voice.
Her head shot up to see Griffin’s smiling face. She kicked Indy’s shin under the
table.
Her head shot up to see Griffin’s smiling face. She kicked Indy’s shin under the
table.
Griffin bent and kissed Quinn’s cheek.
“Hi. How are you?” she asked.
“Good,” he answered. “Busy.”
“Must be really busy. I haven’t seen you in forever.”
“I’ve been out of town on business.” He hitched his thumb over his shoulder. “It’s
continuing over there.”
continuing over there.”
“Thanks for the recommendation, by the way. I’ve never eaten here before.”
“If you had called me, I could’ve gotten you a better table.” He stood with his hands
slipped neatly into the pockets of his perfectly fitted suit. His shoulders sloped,
totally relaxed.
slipped neatly into the pockets of his perfectly fitted suit. His shoulders sloped,
totally relaxed.
She looked around. “What’s wrong with this table?”
He bent to speak quietly in her ear. “Honey, you’re twelve feet from the kitchen.”
In truth, she hadn’t noticed, and if she had, it wouldn’t have struck her as odd.
“Well, I guess my food will be hot when it arrives.”
“Well, I guess my food will be hot when it arrives.”
His smile showed deep, dimpled lines bracketing his mouth. This man exuded sexy the
way so many others did power. And he knew it.
way so many others did power. And he knew it.
“I’m starting to understand Ryan a little better,” he murmured.
Quinn’s eyes popped wide. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing. I better get back before the lawyers start looking for me.” He focused on
Indy for a minute. “I’m glad you’re here too. I need to put the house search on hold
for a while longer. I’ve got a mess on my hands at work, so I’ll be in and out of
town a lot.”
Indy for a minute. “I’m glad you’re here too. I need to put the house search on hold
for a while longer. I’ve got a mess on my hands at work, so I’ll be in and out of
town a lot.”
“Okay. Give me a call when you’re ready to resume.”
He nodded. “Enjoy your meal.”
“Thanks,” they answered in unison.
Indy sighed. “There goes that commission.”
“What do you mean?”
“He’s looking for another agent. I had a feeling it was too good to be true.”
The waiter returned with their bottle of wine. Indy placed her order for prime rib.
After listening to descriptions, Quinn settled on a sirloin, medium well, with a baked
potato on the side. To combat the cholesterol frenzy she was about to consume, she
added a salad to start.
After listening to descriptions, Quinn settled on a sirloin, medium well, with a baked
potato on the side. To combat the cholesterol frenzy she was about to consume, she
added a salad to start.
They ate in silence. Quinn mulled over the quiet in her life. She hadn’t been on any
dates. No one who tagged her profile sounded even remotely interesting. She had accumulated
more than a full week of comp time at school. Brian had been right. She would probably
never use it.
dates. No one who tagged her profile sounded even remotely interesting. She had accumulated
more than a full week of comp time at school. Brian had been right. She would probably
never use it.
“Do you ever feel restless with your life?”
Indy’s question had Quinn putting down her fork. “How do you mean?”
“Like something’s not right, but you can’t quite put a finger on it. You know you
need a change, though.”
need a change, though.”
Quinn nodded. Indy voiced where her own thoughts had been headed. “That’s pretty much
my whole life right now. I wish I’d never taken this summer off.”
my whole life right now. I wish I’d never taken this summer off.”
“You’ve had a great time.”
“Yeah, but if I had stuck with my safe, predictable routine, I wouldn’t be searching
for something better now.” She pushed the remaining leaves of lettuce around on the
chilled plate.
for something better now.” She pushed the remaining leaves of lettuce around on the
chilled plate.
“Then this summer taught you that you weren’t really happy before.”
She laid her fork across her plate. “But I thought I was. Maybe not giddy with happiness,
but I was content.”
but I was content.”
Indy’s mouth formed a straight line. “Don’t we all deserve more?”
Quinn realized Indy was talking about herself as much as Quinn. “I used to think so.”
“What would make you happy?”
Quinn heaved a sigh. It came back to the list. “I want to have a baby. I want to be
a mom.”
a mom.”
Deeper than that, she knew her true vision was one of a whole family. She kept trying
to adjust the dream to coincide with reality.
to adjust the dream to coincide with reality.
Another week closer to her vacation and Quinn had decisions to make. She dialed Indy’s
number before she lost her nerve. “Hey, Indy. I need a favor.”
number before she lost her nerve. “Hey, Indy. I need a favor.”
“Shoot.”
“I want you to find out what my loft is worth and put it on the market.” Her right
hand tightened into a fist, waiting for Indy’s explosion.
hand tightened into a fist, waiting for Indy’s explosion.
She didn’t disappoint. “What? Your loft is perfect. Why would you want to sell? Especially
in this market. Where are you going to go?”
in this market. Where are you going to go?”
Here goes nothing.
“I want to liquidate to get as much cash as I can. I’m going to try to get pregnant
as soon as I get back from vacation.”
“I want to liquidate to get as much cash as I can. I’m going to try to get pregnant
as soon as I get back from vacation.”
Indy paused and Quinn knew she was trying to choose her words carefully. “Where will
you live?”
you live?”
“I’ll rent something small until I have the baby. Then I think I’ll move home.” She
closed her eyes and let out a slow breath.
closed her eyes and let out a slow breath.
“Home? To Hooperville? You’re kidding, right? You love it here.”
“I haven’t been happy with my job, and the loft is not the kind of home I want for
my child. I want a backyard with swings and stuff.”
my child. I want a backyard with swings and stuff.”
“So you plan to go home and do what? Buy a single-wide?”
Quinn swallowed hard. “Do you have to put down everything? Home was never as bad as
you make it sound.”
you make it sound.”
“Did you think what it’ll be like going back there as an unwed mother?”
The words stung, despite her protest. “The town is not that conservative.”
“I wasn’t talking about the town. I meant Dad.”
She hadn’t given that any real thought. She’d gotten used to only speaking with their
father long distance, with the rare visit. “He’ll be fine.”
father long distance, with the rare visit. “He’ll be fine.”
Indy snorted in her ear. “I dare you to run the idea past him.”
“It’s my life. I’m not a little girl anymore.”
“It’s a whole lot easier to dismiss his derisive attitude from two hundred and eighty
miles away.”
miles away.”
Quinn felt a headache coming on and rubbed her temple. “I have time to develop a solid
approach for Dad. I’m not even trying to get pregnant yet. No matter what, the loft
has to go. Can you please check into it for me?”
approach for Dad. I’m not even trying to get pregnant yet. No matter what, the loft
has to go. Can you please check into it for me?”
“I will. I’ll also look into renting it. Get the right person in there, and you’ll
make money and keep your equity.”
make money and keep your equity.”
“Thanks. Don’t forget we have the singles thing I signed us up for Sunday night. Bye.”
She hung up quickly, knowing Indy would argue about attending. Quinn was tired of
fighting. It would be good for Indy to get out and meet people. She could pass her
cards out to possible clients. Even better, she might step out of the box Richard
tried to keep her in.
She hung up quickly, knowing Indy would argue about attending. Quinn was tired of
fighting. It would be good for Indy to get out and meet people. She could pass her
cards out to possible clients. Even better, she might step out of the box Richard
tried to keep her in.
Quinn settled on her couch to review the information she gathered from the fertility
specialist. So much to consider. It was a huge step. A rock settled in her stomach.
specialist. So much to consider. It was a huge step. A rock settled in her stomach.
How would she handle questions about her pregnancy? She hadn’t considered all the
closed-minded people who would take issue with her choice to be a single mom.
closed-minded people who would take issue with her choice to be a single mom.
Her doorbell rang. “Yes,” she said into the intercom, expecting it to be a mistake.
“Pizza.”
“I didn’t order a pizza.”
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