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“Red!” he shrieks with a chuckle as the car swerves slightly.
I crouch down low and nestle into him, wrapping my arms around his neck, toying with the hair at his nape.I don’t care he nearly got us caught, and I don’t care that the police are probably a hair’s breadth away from finding us.
All I care about is holding on to him and never letting go.
“Thank you,” I mumble against his chest.
“Thank you? You’re thanking me for nearly getting us caught?” he questions, pulling the car over when I make my intentions clear that I’m not moving.
“I don’t care about that. All I care about…” I pause, afraid of my honesty.
But as I hear the steady beating of his big heart, a heart that has been so kind and cared for me since the very beginning, I’m sick of being afraid.
“Is you,” I whisper.
Quinn wraps his arms around my back, pulling me tighter into him.
After a minute of silence, Quinn says against my head, “All I care about is you too, Red.”
Melting into his arms, I sigh when I bury my nose into his neck, relishing in his familiar, comforting smell.
“Good. Now shut up with the apologies.”
And that earns me a chuckle.
“How do you know Rodney? I mean, we’ve been here for less than seventy-two hours, and you’re making friends with someone who just saved our ass. What’s the deal?”
“I helped him out,” he replies vaguely.
“How?”
“Those pretentious jackasses at his work were accusing him of stealing.”
“How do you know he wasn’t?” I ask, snuggling closer into him.
“I just knew. Rodney’s not a bad guy. Some other asshole was stealing, and because Rodney was ‘just’ a concierge, of course he had to have done it. In those people’s eyes, he was nothing but an underprivileged, uneducated doorman.”
“So…” I say, encouraging him to continue.
He chuckles, resting his lips on my head as he speaks. “So I bribed them.”
“Bribed who?”
“Rodney’s manager. I told him if he cleared Rodney’s name, I’d make it worth his while. And this time around, I did use Abi’s money. But I didn’t think she’d mind since I know she would have done the same.”
I pull back to meet his eyes.
“But Rodneycouldhave been thieving. I mean, you saw what was going on at the address he sent us to. I don’t think his son, Jason, is a qualified mechanic, if you know what I mean.”
Quinn laughs, kissing the tip of my nose. “Think of Rodney as Rodney Hood.”
“Huh?” I ask, scrunching up my face, frightened Quinn has lost his mind.
“Rodney steals cars from the rich, who can have a newer, better model delivered to their doorstep within the hour, to feed his family of eight, plus three dogs.”
“This is not really helping Rodney’s case,” I say with a small smile.
Quinn smirks, toying with his lip ring. “They accused him of stealing personal items from guests.”
