Quinn: I’ll see you soon.
Something in the center of my chest flutters.
I’m not sure how or when, but this sweet, soft, amazing woman has healed something inside me in the short time we’ve known each other.
She’s mended my shattered heart and made it beat again.
CHAPTER 40
Quinn
I’M YOURS
“I havea feeling he’s going to be here a lot, yeah?” Josh asks with a smirk, eyeing the spot at the bar where Xander just sat down.
Warmth fills my stomach. I don’t even have to look in that direction to know he’s watching me. I feel it. Him. His protection.
He texted me to tell me he missed me.
We had only been apart for a few hours.
But I missed him, too.
God.
Am I really in love with him?
I thought I knew what love was when I was with Jason. What I feel for Xander is ten times that. When he’s not around, I can’t take a full breath. Even with Roman following me around like The Terminator, I don’t feel as safe as I do with Xander.
It’s terrifying.
What if…
There are so many questions floating in my mind.
I’m not even sure if Xander is emotionally available.
He’s obsessed with me. That much I know. But obsession doesn’t always equal love.
“What did he say to you?” I ask.
We’ve been too busy to chat, so I haven’t had the chance to ask. All I knew was that Xander looked like he was ready to kill Josh, but then Josh said something that made him relax. Just slightly.
Josh raises an eyebrow at me and smiles. His signature golden retriever, surfer boy look he gives to all the older, attractive women so they fall in love with him. The guy is adorable. A serious cougar hunter.
“He just introduced himself. Nice guy, nice guy,” he says, nodding, then winks at me and strolls away toward a waiting customer.
Fucking hell. I don’t believe for a second that’s all Xander said. I’m pretty sure he threatened Josh with bodily harm. That seems more likely.
My panties are drenched. They have been ever since that little show he put on. What does it say about me that I love all the unhinged, possessive stuff that Xander does? I find it so sweet.
I need therapy.
Lots of it.
Gobs.
That is a tomorrow problem, though. Maybe a next year problem, depending on when I can figure out what to do about my mom.Thatis my tomorrow’s problem. As soon as the sun comes up, I need to tour some other facilities.
