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“Jesus, do you need to be balls-to-the-wall about everything?
If you want to go up, go up. I won’t get in your way.”
She thought that meant he was going to wait in the truck after all, but when she climbed the stairs, he was right behind her.
Halfway up, she stopped short at the tiny landing. “Am I being an idiot?”
“Of everyone I’ve met in your family, you seem like the least idiotic.”
Well, that wasn’t really saying all that much. “My mom and I—we’ve never gotten along.”
“I kind of assumed that when you told me she was knocking you around.”
“She’s not—she’s under a lot of stress—”
“So are you. So am I. I don’t give a shit, Quinn. Your mom is messed up. So is your brother. And what the f**k is your dad—”
“Okay, okay. Forget it.” She spun away from him.
“No. Stop.” Tyler caught her shoulders, gently, securely. “She’s your mother. I understand.”
Quinn hated tears. Hated them. Especially hated that they were flocking to her eyes right this very second.
“We don’t have to go inside,” said Tyler. “Knock on the door, make sure she’s okay, and we’ll leave.”
“And then what?”
Tyler sighed. “We’ll go back to my place. You can figure out what to do.”
She shrugged his hands off. “Try not to sound so enthusiastic—”
He spun her around and seized her arms. “Stop it. Do you just need someone to call your bluff? Fine. Called. Get your ass up there so we can get out of here. You don’t need to be afraid.
I’m right here.”
Quinn stared up at him and gritted her teeth. She wanted to jerk away from him.
Sort of.
Okay, not at all.
She took a long breath. “I’m worried he’s still here,” she said, her voice small.
“Tony?”
The dark-haired creeper. She shook her head, then nodded.
“Or my brother.”
His expression softened. “Do you want to call your mom again?”
Quinn had been trying all day. Her mom’s mobile phone had been ringing straight to voice mail every time. She routinely let the battery die, so it wasn’t really a sign of anything.
But it bought her another thirty seconds, so Quinn tried again.
Voice mail. Quinn checked her texts to see if her little brother had written back yet, but he hadn’t. A phone call to him had gone unanswered, too.
Wind swirled through the open staircase and Quinn shivered and thought of Nick. She should have been dancing tonight, stretching her muscles in a warm studio, leaping and twirling through Adam’s routine.
