Chapter 106: To friends

QUINN

The taxi rolled to a stop in front of a grouping of three different townhouses. Each porch shone with a soft light, and the minute the cab driver stepped out of the car, the front door of the center house opened. I knew it was Leo the minute he jogged down the steps, even though I couldn't see his face.

He wore sweat pants that hung low on his hips, a T-shirt that stretched tight over his broad shoulders and thick wool socks. I knew it was freezing cold outside, and I shivered in empathy before I even pushed open my door.

Leo didn't look at me, not at first. He smiled at the driver, extending his hand. "Hey, there. What do I owe you?"

I struggled to climb out of the backseat, yanking my bag with me. "Leo, I've got it. You don't have to pay my cab fare."

As though I hadn't spoken, the driver answered him. "Uh, it's twenty-four sixty, but hey, you're Leo Taylor. You don't have to-I mean, shit. It's such an honor to meet you. You play some damn good ball."

Leo smiled as he