Two Wrongs Make a Right by Ann Everett

Author:Ann Everett [Everett, Ann]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Amazon: B00V5M007A
Publisher: Ann Everett
Published: 2015-04-15T23:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Quinn stretched, and opened her eyes, stopping the most delicious Dak dream. She whispered a laugh at the alliteration. He was a delicious dream. Yeah…too bad…that’s all he’d ever be. Glancing at the time, she sat up straight. Three p.m.? Good Lord. She’d slept the day away and still didn’t feel rested. Flopping back down on the mattress, she stared at the ceiling. By now, he knew she’d left.

No reason to waste any more time on shoulda, woulda, coulda. Forcing herself out of bed, she stumbled into the bathroom.

An hour later, trapped in a web of deceit, she pulled her car to the curb in front of Dixie’s Diner. It was nearby, and had a homey atmosphere, plus, the coffee wasn’t five bucks. Yellow and white striped awnings framed the windows and struck a sharp contrast to the box planters overflowing with red geraniums and ivy.

From a corner booth, Raynie and Megan waved as Quinn entered. She stopped at the counter to order, then slid in next to her blonde friend, who bounced on the bench seat. “We can’t wait to hear all about it. Why wouldn’t you let us text you? How good is he in the sack?”

Megan nudged Raynie. “Hush, and let her start at the beginning.”

The waitress appeared and set a mug on the table. Apparently, she understood they were in the middle of something because she didn’t say anything. Quinn nodded her thanks, and the server walked away.

“Well, things didn’t go exactly as planned.”

Raynie exchanged a mutual expression of confusion with Megan, then focused on Quinn. “What do you mean?”

“Justin showed up right on time, and I’ve got to say he’s even hotter in person than in that company photo.”

“Cut to the chase,” Raynie said. “How does he look naked?”

“I never got a chance to find out.”

“What? But, you spent the weekend with him. Are you saying you didn’t—you know, do it?”

“Oh, I did it plenty.” Quinn smiled, getting a warm sensation from the memory. “But not with Justin.”

Both women leaned forward, and Megan said, “Then who?”

“Oh my God. The suspense is killing me.” Raynie leaned in a bit more. “Did you choose some random guy? That is so not you.”

Quinn splayed her hands, palms up for emphasis, and moved them up and down as she explained. “I didn’t choose. I had everything arranged. All the bartender had to do was tell Justin his drink was paid for, but barkeep Dave, misunderstood my signal, and gave the free drink to the wrong man.”

Raynie bounced again and clapped her hands. “Holy shit! That was fate stepping in. You stayed three days with him, so he must have been good—and by good, I mean bad—and by bad, I mean goo-ood.”

Megan drew her face tight. “Who got the drink?”

Closing her eyes, Quinn leaned her head back and sighed. “The most romantic, sweetest, kindest, sexiest, man I’ve ever met.” She placed a hand to her chest. “I felt things with him I’ve never experienced before. We went fishing. Made love outside during a storm.

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