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CHAPTER 15
Nick didn’t make it home until one a.m. He expected to find the house dark and quiet, but Michael was half asleep on the couch, some late-night news program throwing light against the back wall.
He’d hoped to sneak up to his bedroom unnoticed, but Michael sat up and rubbed his eyes when Nick slid the deadbolt on the front door.
“It’s late,” he said quietly.
“Sorry,” Nick said, wondering if he was going to catch any crap about coming home after midnight every night this week.
“How’s Quinn?” Michael said.
Nick shrugged, feeling like the question was a trap. “She’s all right.”
“You okay? You look a little scattered.”
“Just tired. You know.”
“Anything going on?”
Nick’s heart kicked into triple time from all the questions.
Michael wasn’t one for small talk. “No. Why?”
Michael picked up the remote and turned off the TV. “What did you do tonight?”
This was starting to look like a round of Let’s Talk, and Nick really didn’t want to play.
He shrugged again. “Nothing really.”
I pissed off Quinn, and probably chased her into the arms of a psychopath.
Yeah, Tyler. Remember him? He used to make our lives hell.
Oh, and I made out with another guy. It’s a miracle our clothes stayed on.
He suspected the latter half was Adam trying not to push him further than he was ready to go. Amazing and excruciating, all slow hands and fierce kissing, broken only when Nick would hesitate. Adam never pushed.
Nick wondered if some of that was for Adam’s own benefit, too.
Knowing what he knew, Nick never pushed, either. It left them tangled in a careful dance of caresses and stronger touches.
He hadn’t wanted to leave.
Michael was studying him. “Gabriel said you and Quinn seem to be getting pretty close.”
Great. Nick dropped into the armchair and wondered how much he could say without incriminating himself. What else had Gabriel said? Did Michael already suspect something?
“She’s going through a lot,” he offered, keeping his eyes on the end table. “At home. You know.”
“You want to talk about it?”
Yes. He did. Emotions wrapped around his neck and jerked tight, and he wanted to tell Michael everything. About Quinn.
About Tyler.
But if he talked about them, he’d have to talk about Adam.
For an instant, he hated Quinn for putting him in this position. Then he hated himself for putting her in this position.
