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I glance at Quinn and hold out a hand suggesting he goes first.
“Smokin’ ghost burger, please,” Quinn says, dipping an onion ring in a vat of ranch dressing. He takes a bite and moans loudly. “With more onion rings and ranch, please.”
Tom laughs again, taking note. “And you?”
“I’ll have the bacon cheddar burger,” I say, passing over the menu. “Fries for me, though, please.”
Quinn gasps as if I’ve offended him and his entire family lineage—including his Mammy, mother, and nonexistent children. “You’re going to havefrieswhen you’re in Grandma’s? Where were you raised? A barn?”
We lock eyes for a minute and I’m acutely aware I’m not getting through this dinner without ordering more onion rings.
I turn to the server. “Make that onion rings.”
“Wise man,” Quinn mutters, returning to his stash and taking another bite.
“Great, I’ll be back in a bit with those,” the server says, leaving us with our mound of onion rings and booze.
“What I was thinking saying yes to two weeks with the matriarchs of my family is beyond me. I must be a glutton for punishment,” Quinn mumbles, taking another big swig of his drink. “Soooo good.”
“I’m sure they both appreciated your help,” I offer, snagging one of the enormous onion rings and taking a bite.
He jabs his index finger toward one of the tubs of ranch. “Seriously, dip it in the ranch. Life as you know it will never be the same. It’s orgasmic.”
My eyebrows flick upward. “Not sure I need to orgasm in the middle of Grandma’s restaurant.”
Quinn’s left eyebrow arches. “There can never be too many orgasms.”
I press my lips into a thin line.Sonot going there.
For the next half an hour, we make small talk, neither of us really touching on anything too important until our burgers arrive. Then, we spend time devouring them.
I have to admit, Grandma’s burgers are damn good. It’s been years since I had one.
We’re both two Long Island iced teas in when Quinn leans back in his seat and groans loudly. “Why did you let me eat so many onion rings?”
“Yeah, there was nolettingyou do anything there, man. That wasallyou,” I laugh, then reach for the pitcher and pour us both another drink.
My brain is starting to feel good and fuzzy.Just what I was hoping for.
There’s a good chance I’ll be getting an Uber tonight.
“So, you’ve been awfully quiet,” Quinn says, shoving his plate away from him. Then, he even grabs a napkin, opens it, and spreads it over the remaining onion rings.
I twist my mouth to the side. “Just, not much to say.”
He narrows his gaze. “Uh, huh.”
“What?” I shrug. “I don’t.”
He tilts his head to the side, appraising me like it’s the first time. “You haven’t said one thing about Lily this whole night. Notone.”
Just the mention of her name makes my damn body spring to life and my heart thud against my ribcage like a trapped bird.
When I don’t say anything, he bolts upright, his eyes widen, and he hisses, “Oh, my god. Something happened. Spill it. Right the fuck now.”
My breath catches and I reach for my drink, taking another long pull.
Quinn practically leaps out of his seat. “London.”
