Born to Sin (Sinful, Montana Book 4) by Rosalind James

Author:Rosalind James [James, Rosalind]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Bellbird Publishing
Published: 2023-10-31T16:00:00+00:00

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SITUATION UNCLEAR

Beckett had just stood up, holding Troy—which was good, Quinn thought, because sometimes, a boy needed to be carried upstairs by his dad, and this seemed like one of those times—when Janey appeared in her new pale-blue, heart-dotted PJs with the piping, which Bam had told her were “perfect. Exactly what the girls are wearing now.” It must be true, because Violet’s purple PJs looked remarkably similar. Quinn knew that, because Violet was right behind Janey.

“What’s happening down here?” Janey asked. “Violet and I are trying to go to sleep, and there’s all this talking!”

“Funny,” Quinn said. “When I used to have friends over, we didn’t go to sleep until about two in the morning.” It was pretty hard not to laugh, Janey looked so outraged at this reversal in the natural order.

Janey asked, “Why is Troy up? Why are you all eating cookies? It’s about midnight! You always say not to eat late at night, Dad. Especially things like pizza and cookies, because they’ll give us bad dreams, and you had both.”

“Yeah,” Beckett said. “I did. And now it’s time for bed.”

“Because I did have a bad dream,” Troy said. “So I came downstairs.” He was wriggling to get down—embarrassed in front of Violet, probably. Fortunately, Beckett noticed and put him on his feet, so Quinn didn’t have to say anything.

“And Dad automatically said, let’s stay up and have cocoa and cookies in the middle of the night?” Janey asked.

Wow. Showing off for her friend, probably. Quinn tried to think, What tactful thing would Bam do here? She didn’t have time to figure it out, because Beckett said, “Yeah, I did. I’m the dad, so I get to decide things like that. Come on. Everybody back to bed.” Which was good enough, Quinn supposed. Not tactful, but definitely Dad-like.

Janey stared at him. Only word for it. “Why is your hair so mussed? And why is your shirt on inside out?”

Beckett looked down and shrugged. “I must’ve put it on that way earlier.”

“It wasn’t that way before we went to bed,” Janey said. She looked at Quinn, opened her mouth to say something, and closed it again. Quinn looked down. You couldn’t tell if a ribbed turtleneck was inside out, surely.

No, but you could tell if a person wasn’t wearing a bra. Also, she was fairly sure her own hair was sticking up as much as Beckett’s.

Violet said, looking a little flustered, “We should go to bed. Sorry, Mr. Hughes.”

Janey said, “You said you and Quinn were friends, Dad. You said that again. You said that you were friends, and … What exactly were you doing? Because I think you were kissing!”

Beckett said, “That’s not your business, but we’ll talk about it tomorrow, when we’re alone. Right now, it’s time for bed,” in a tone that would have had Quinn retreating fast if it had been her dad. When her dad had talked like that, you shut up and did what he said, and Beckett wasn’t far off.

“They were talking,” Troy said.

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