Something in his tone makes me pause. I’ve barely stepped inside the boutique and turn my back to any patrons who might be walking around. “What’s wrong?”
“Everything’s fine,” he states, but something tells me everything isnotfine.
“Don’t bullshit me.”
Lizzie and Oaklee are close, concerned looks on their faces. Lizzie whispers, “What’s wrong?”
Camden sighs. “Quinn had a little accident.”
“What?” I holler, moving to the door and stepping outside. “What do you mean accident?”
“Well, we were riding, and he had an issue on one of the hills.”
I sigh, taking a deep, calming breath. “How badly is he hurt?”
“Not bad, promise, but we brought him to the ER just to make sure he didn’t break his ankle.”
“And is it?”
“Nope, just sprained.”
“So, where are you now?” I ask, leaning against the building and rubbing my temple.
“Just leaving the ER.”
“Can I—” I stop talking when I hear a rustle through the phone.
“Hey, sweetheart.”
I close my eyes and smile at the sound of his voice. “What happened?”
He chuckles. “Well, it all started when Cade said I didn’t have a hair on my ass if I didn’t jump over a creek.”
“First off, that’s a weird saying, and second, Cam said you were on a hill.”
“I was. At the top. The creek was at the bottom.”
“Quinn!”
“It’s fine, sweetheart, really. Four-wheeler is good. Mostly. Just some cosmetic stuff. No big deal.”
“You’re insane,” I mutter.
“But I won the bet,” he boasts proudly.
“And ended up in the ER.”
“Not my first time.”
“Please tell me you were wearing your helmet?” I ask, even though I already know the answer. It’s a requirement at the off-road park, and if they catch you riding without it, they’ll kick you out.
“I was. Not a scratch on it.”
“Because you landed on your shoulder, dumbass,” I hear someone holler.
It’s followed by a loud, “Tuck and roll!”
“So, you guys are coming home?”
