Page 25 of A Simple Life

“No. But I noticed Quinn outside looking at the oak tree. I stopped to chat with her. She wants to put a swing on it for Abby. Nothing fancy, just a simple swing. Apparently Quinn used to have one at her grandparents’ and loved it. She asked if she could have permission.”

“I don’t see a problem, but she needs to make sure it’s safe.” I frowned. “I don’t think building things is in her playbook.”

“I think she’ll hire someone.”

I grunted. “I could do it. I’ve got the perfect piece of wood. Add some sturdy rope, and it would be safe for Abby.”

Laura was quiet for a moment. “I don’t think she’s comfortable asking you. I get the feeling you two don’t get along.”

I snorted in derision. “If you mean I’m an ass when I’m around her, then you’re right.”

“Why?” she asked.

“I have no idea. It just happens.”

“Maybe because you like her and that worries you?” Laura replied, hitting the nail on the head.

I shrugged.

“She isn’t Moira Finlay.”

I snapped my head, meeting her gaze. It was filled with understanding.

“I know,” I said roughly.

“She had an agenda, John. Quinn doesn’t. She’s working on making a life for herself and her daughter. Running a business.” She looked reflective for a moment. “I like her. She is real and upfront. I think she was hurt too.” She regarded me. “I think you two have more in common than you think.”

“The only thing we have in common is that we strike sparks. We can barely hold a civil conversation.”

“Maybe you need to try harder.” She drained her beer. “Maybe a swing for her daughter is a good way to try.”

“Is that why you came over here?”

She smiled. “I heard you ate at the Dill. Tammy says you even ordered dessert, something rare for you.”

I groaned. “Is that what we’re calling it now? The Dill?”

She laughed, not saying anything, but waiting for my explanation.

“I was hungry. Quinn’s kid was there and told me to order the cake.”

“I heard that too. You shared your lunch with her.”

“She just showed up. I couldn’t send her away.”

She stood. “I also heard you and Quinn had an intense moment.”

“Dammit. Someone saw? It was an accident. I didn’t mean to kiss her.”

Laura’s eyebrows flew up. “Kiss her? I meant you saved her from falling, but that is way bigger news, brother. You kissed her?”

“It was by accident,” I insisted.

She started to laugh. “Your lips jumped off your face onto hers?” She began walking away. “Oh boy, denial ain’t just a river in Egypt, John. Make that swing and go see her. Man up.”

She was still laughing as she climbed into her car. “Maybe you’ll have another incident. Lord knows what might happen if your pants accidentally came off.”

I glared as she backed up and drove down the driveway.