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“Yeah. We’ve talked.” She looks away quickly. “For what it’s worth, I think it was very nice of you to try and cover for Haley. I just wish Wren hadn’t spent the past ten years believing something that wasn’t true.”
She plants her hands on her hips and narrows her eyes. “It wouldn’t bother her if she didn’t care. I guess that should give you a little hope.”
“I want to take her on a real date. Start us over the way it should have been.”
Quinn looks skeptical. “You better have a good plan.”
“I’m working on it. But I need to get her to agree to talk to me first.” I look over her shoulder and catch Lenny popping her head out of the conference room. She sees me talking to Quinn, then disappears.
A slow smile spreads across Quinn’s face. “If you can’t get her to go on a date with you... Bring the date toher.”
“Sawyer,” Scarlet calls, having stepped out of the conference room and tapping her red-soled shoe a million miles a minute. “Stop flirting with Quinn and get your ass in here. I’m hungry.”
Quinn’s face flames as she slowly turns toward my sister. “We’re not flirting. He wants advice about Wren, not me.”
Scarlet’s mouth gapes open, and I freeze before she laughs.
More like cackles.
Son of a bitch.
“Not helpful, Quinn,” I mumble under my breath, and she stops breathing.
“Oh, God. I didn’t mean to say that.” She looks from me to Scarlet. “Guess you’re not going to just forget I said that...”
My sister shakes her head very slowly, and Quinn pats my back. “Good luck, Kingston.” Then she walks away. Guess I no longer need to be escorted to the damn conference room.
Chicken.
When I step into the room, Max, Becket, and Lenny all sit around the large conference table that’s dominated by the dramatic red-white-and-blue Revolution logo inlaid in the middle of it. Rather than taking her seat, Scarlet leans against the window overlooking the ice below. “Oh, little brother...” She shakes her head, then looks over at Lenny. “He was asking Quinn for dating advice.”
Lenny gasps, and I glare at Scarlet, while at the same time preparing to embrace thesuckthat’s about to happen.
Max leans back in his seat at the head of the table, a look of disbelief in his eyes. “Really...? Come on. You’re asking Quinn O’Doul for dating advice? You didn’t think maybe,just maybe, if you wanted advice on women, you should come to me, asshole?”
Becks snorts, but keeps his mouth shut for the first time in the history of his life.
Yeah. I’m going to owe him one after this.
Max sits up straighter and challenges him, “At least I’m married to a woman everyone doesn’t secretly hate.”
“Oh, it’s not a secret,” Lenny adds. “Please don’t marry Medusa, Becks.” Then she turns to me. “And you... whatever you do, do not go to one of our brothers for advice on women. You’ve got three sisters, who are perfectly capable of giving you good advice. Hell, Madeline would give you better advice than our brothers. Come to one of us.”
Scarlet rounds the table and sits across from Max. “I second that. Do not ask any of these idiots.”
“My wife’s amazing. What are you talking about?” Max counters.
Lenny chuckles. “And the fact you married her is also amazing, Maximus, because you’ve got absolutely zero game with the ladies.”
For fuck’s sake. “Guys, I wasn’t asking Quinn for advice.” Well, not really, but they don’t need to know that.
“But you do like Wren?” Lenny purses her lips together, waiting for my answer. All I see when I look at her is the little girl who used to follow Hudson, Wren, and me around on family vacations. Only now, she’s looking at me with hearts in her eyes, like she sees a potential sister-in-law, and strangely, I don’t hate that idea. But I don’t have the time or any desire to discuss it now. “I like her, Sawyer. I always have.”
I ignore my little sister and hand each sibling my proposal. “Can we discuss my proposal? Please?”
“Aww. Sawyer, honey,” Scarlet coos in her mom voice. “I hope you don’t sound quite so whiny when you’re with Wren. Most women don’t do whiny—unless that’s her kink. Cade likes it when I—”
“Jesus Christ, Scarlet. Stop.” I sit down and drop my head to the table. “Just stop.”
