Lost and Found Sisters (Wildstone Book 1) by Jill Shalvis

Author:Jill Shalvis [Shalvis, Jill]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: to-read
ISBN: 9780062448125
Goodreads: 32319723
Publisher: William Morrow Paperbacks
Published: 2017-06-20T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 23

Stu(dying)

Stu(died)

Coincidence? I think not.

—from “The Mixed-Up Files of Tilly Adams’s Journal”

Quinn looked at the tall, lanky kid standing next to Tilly and had to sigh. “Dylan, I presume?”

He nodded and upped her opinion of him when he shook her hand, held eye contact, and said, “It was my fault. I needed to apologize to her.”

“For?”

Tilly shifted. “Dylan, no. You don’t have to—”

“For letting her put herself in danger for me when she came out to my dad’s house last night,” Dylan said over Tilly.

Quinn looked at her sister.

Tilly looked right back at her. “I’d do it again,” she said with such fierceness that Quinn knew she was missing more than a few pieces of this puzzle. She took in the fading bruise on Dylan’s face and filled in some of those pieces herself.

She drove them all to Carolyn’s house and waited inside while they said their good-byes, because Dylan insisted on walking home from there. When Tilly finally came in, she had a chip on her shoulder the size of the planet.

“Don’t start,” Tilly said.

“You could’ve just told me the truth about who you were meeting.”

“Right. And you’d have let me go?”

“Well, you’ll never know now, will you?” Quinn asked.

Tilly tossed up her hands and went to her room, once again slamming the door.

Good times.

But they were both in the same house, relatively unscathed, so Quinn decided to consider Day One a success. She fell onto the couch, exhausted, and looked at her phone when it vibrated with an incoming text.

MICK:

What are you up to?

QUINN:

Aren’t you supposed to ask what I’m wearing?

MICK:

I should’ve let you lead. Yes, what are you wearing?

QUINN:

Far too many clothes. You know, I don’t think I’m going to like being thirty.

MICK:

I could show you otherwise.

She had no doubt . . . He was a great distraction, one she dreamed of regularly. But he was also something else. He was dangerous to her heart and soul, and she knew it. She didn’t have the capacity to give a relationship with him what it deserved, and more than that, she didn’t want to.

Or, more accurately, she was working on not wanting to.

THE NEXT MORNING, Quinn took Tilly to school and then went over to the café. Greta was in the kitchen waving a frying pan and swearing in German, giving Quinn a bad flashback to Marcel.

“How can I help?” Quinn asked.

Greta gave her a long look. “Well, let’s see, I can’t send you out for eggs because you’ll cry, and I don’t dare ask you to go check the garden for fresh tomatoes because you’re allergic to bees, so—”

“Greta,” Trinee said from the other side of the counter. “I told you to drink your damn coffee before you try to masquerade as a human.”

“Fine.” Greta sniffed. “I’m sorry,” she said to Quinn. “She’s right. I need caffeine.”

“Go take a break,” Quinn said. “I’ll bring you a coffee.”

“That’d be super,” Greta said gratefully. “I’ll also take scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, crispy hash browns, and sourdough toast. Oh, and don’t bother with any of that ridiculous garnish.

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