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Tristan had a crush or something on me, but it was purely innocent on both our parts. Tristan never tried anything. I think he knew I would have freaked out.
But his last comment back in South Boston rings in my ears, and I know he knew something was going on between Quinn and me the entire time.
He said, “Take care of our girl.”
In his eyes, I was his girl as much as Quinn’s.
It’s fair to say he didn’t know the extent of Quinn’s and my relationship, but that didn’t matter to him because he still took a knife for me that could have ended his life. I owe him so much. I owe them all so much, and I intend to pay up as soon as I can.
Quinn is still quiet.
I hate this distance between us, so I step into his arms and wrap my arms around his neck. “You okay?”
“Yes,” he blankly replies as he settles his hands low on my waist.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, as his reply surely doesn’t imply that.
“Nothing, I’m fine. It’s all fine.”
But it’s far from fine.
“Have I done something to upset you?” I ask when he won’t meet my eyes.
He shakes his head.
But I’m not fooled because I’ve come to read Quinn just as well as he can read me.
“You’re not a very good liar.” I nestle into the side of his neck, kissing it softly.
“I guess not.”
“So what’s wrong?”
Quinn sighs, the deep sound echoing throughout me as he meets my worried gaze. “I just know my brother, and I have a feeling he won’t do what he’s told. I think he’s going to come to Canada.”
My eyes widen in horror. “He said he wouldn’t. But then again, he is your brother.”
Quinn chuckles, but by the hard set of his jaw, I know he’s serious.
Shit.
Does Quinn really think Tristan will come here? But he doesn’t know where here is.
“He wouldn’t, would he?”
The thought of Tristan getting hurt again because of me has my stomach roiling.
Quinn only shrugs. “When it comes to—”
But he doesn’t continue.
He only chews on his hoop, looking away.
“When it comes to what?” I press, shifting my head to meet his gaze.
“Nothing,” Quinn says after a long pause, leaning forward and kissing the tip of my nose to distract me.
“Quinn,” I retort, but I’m silenced as he swoops forward and kisses me.
