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Andof courseLily gave my contact details to him.
While hanging out with Quinn tonight would never have crossed my mind, he might just be the one person in this fucked up world who won’t make me feel like absolute shit about what just went down. Plus, I could use his brand of humor right now.
I type back quickly.
Sure. I’m in. Where do you want to meet?
It only takes a few seconds to get his response.
Grandma’s in Canal Park. I need onion rings and a Long Island iced tea, STAT.
That makes two of us.
Inhaling deeply, I nod and type back.
On my way.
Before I can even put my phone back in my pocket, his response comes in.
Thank fuck.
I chuckle humorlessly as I cram my phone back into my pocket. Quinn might think he’s the one who needs this, but I have a feeling, he’s gonna be in for a rude awakening when he hears what I have to say.
Unfortunately, first I gotta face Cal and tell Myles and let them know I’m heading out for the night. Myles isn’t going to be pleased.
And yet, I can’t find it in me to change my mind.
When I reach the main level of the club, the music is already thumping and the crowd is screaming and gyrating to the rhythm.
Thankfully, Cal’s nowhere to be seen—something I’ll have to deal with another day.Goodie.
I grab my keys and wallet from my office and make my way to the bar.
When Myles notices me, her gaze narrows suspiciously. “If you think you’re going to help me, you got another thing coming, Saint. Fuck off.”
I shake my head. “Nah, I’m heading out.”
The muscles on the side of her jaw twitch. “Say what now?”
“I’m not feeling great. I’m gonna head home,” I say, not wanting to get into things with her. I’m not a moron, she’ll find out eventually, but for now, ignorance is bliss.
“Does this have anything to do with Lily racing out of here?” she fires back.
Very astute.
I shake my head. “Just don’t feel well.”
She eyes me up and down, then gives a curt nod, and shoos me with her free hand. “You do look like shit. Get away from me. I don’t want it.”
“Are you gonna make my drink or what?” Some guy asks, leaning over the bar.
Like a viper ready to strike, she turns her attention to him. “Oh, I’m sorry, you wanted a drink?”
He shrinks back from the venom in her words.
She flicks her fingertips at him. “Let’s see your ID.”
“Are you shittin’ me?” he responds, looking incredulous.
