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Chapter 39: Pipe Dreams

Author: K.D. Polk
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QUINN'S POV

I let go of his hand. He'd already told me he was smoke and mirrors -- that he'd never be who I needed him to be. Part of me wondered if he'd only agreed to a relationship because he'd been scared for me yesterday. The other part of me, the hopeful part, wondered if he really did care for me in his own way.

"That wasn't so painful now, was it?" I tried to lighten the mood.

"That remains to be seen."

I stuck my tongue out at him. "You're such a pessimist. I could be the best thing that ever happened to you."

He returned to his plate, chewing thoughtfully. "You very well could be."

My heart skipped. "See? Now there's the right attitude."

"You do wonders for my attitude."

That spark had returned to his eyes. The one that made desire and lust blossom and burst at the surface of my chest. I took a bite of salad and lowered my head to hide the burn in my cheeks.

"My mother liked you," he remarked absently.

My eyebrows shot up. "She did?"

"You seem surprised."

"Dinner w
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