Chapter 67: Tears and Compliments.

Quentin invited me to go to the Maldives with him and Curt for Christmas, even offering to buy me a plane ticket.

"Where is the Maldives exactly?" I asked after rattling my head to figure out where the Maldives is.

He gave me a the sort of affectionate gaze Max had given me in the beginning whenever I confessed ignorance. "In the Indian Ocean, darling," he said, stroking my hair. "Think white-sand beaches, crystal-clear water, palm trees swaying in the breeze."

As tempting as a vacation in the sun is and as eager as I am to push things even further along with our relationship, I have to decline and give him a tangible excuse.

"No, honey," I said, stroking his arms. "I think you need to spend quality time with your son. It's a father-son-time with Curt."

"Alright, darling," Quentin said with a worried look on his face. "I'm off to work."

I kissed him on his cheek and watched him leave the flat.

The truth is, I don't want to level Andrew all by himself in London. He doesn't have the