Page 43 of Something like Love


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“Hello, Bobby Joe’s.”

“Tristan?” I say on a gasp, pressing the iPhone against my ear, afraid I imagined the voice on the other end.

Quinn appears just as surprised as me.

“Mia?” Tristan asks when I remain silent.

“Yes—yes, it’s me,” I stammer after clearing my throat.

“Oh fuck, it’s so good to hear your voice,” he says on a rushed breath.

“Yours too.”

“How are you? Where are you?”

“Canada,” I plainly reply, not giving away my exact location.

“Everything okay?”

“As good as it can be, considering. How are you?” I quickly ask, changing the subject.

“I’m fine. Abi needs to stop telling you stories about me. She’s ruining my image.”

I chuckle because I’ve missed his humor.

“How’s the pain in the ass?”

“He’s still a pain.”

Quinn smirks, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

“He’s right here. Hang on, I’ll put him on.” I pass the phone to Quinn, who happily accepts.

“Hey, brat.”

I can’t hear too much, but from what I can see, this is the first time in a very long time a genuine smile has spread across Quinn’s face. Undoubtedly, he loves his brother, and not seeing him is taking a toll on them both.

I feel like I’m intruding on a private moment only meant for Quinn and Tristan, so I decide to look at the rose garden a few feet away.

I can only imagine the pain both siblings feel at being apart because I know Quinn would do anything for his brother.

We need this to be over with soon. I’m not sure how much longer we can deal with this fucked-up situation before one of us snaps or does something rash. I came close, but I think I’m making progress.

Well, I’m trying my best.

“Tris, just stay there, all right?”

Quinn’s sudden raised voice catches my attention, and I can’t help but listen.

His back is turned, so he hasn’t noticed my return as he openly says, “She doesn’t need you to protect her.”

I sigh, hating that the only thing Quinn and Tristan seem to argue over is me.

“Here, tell her yourself.” Quinn turns and holds the phone out to me.

This won’t end well.

“What do you need to tell me?” I ask Tristan, prepared for almost anything.

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