登入Once he had buckled his seatbelt, Quentin floored the gas, and the car pulled away. The thugs watched the vehicle disappear down the road, each of them spitting after it in disgust.Inside the car, Monica kept stealing glances at Quentin. His eyes were fixed on the road ahead, and his hands were steady on the wheel. Something about it made her smile to herself.But the next second, the car slammed to a hard stop.Monica hadn't bothered with her seatbelt. The sudden brake threw her forward, and she almost hit the windshield before she caught herself against the dashboard.Before she could even adjust herself, Quentin's voice cut through the silence, low and flat. "Get out."Monica went rigid. She turned to stare at him, disbelief written across her face. "What?"He stared at her, unblinking, his expression cold and distant. He repeated himself with measured patience. "I said, get out of the car."But Monica still didn't move. She said, "You do care about me. I know you do."Quen
Quentin slammed the car door shut behind him.The sound cracked through the quiet street like a gunshot, and the men circling the woman all froze. They turned to look.When they saw that it was just some guy stepping out of a luxury car, they weren't intimidated. One of them sneered. "Hey buddy, don't think that you can play the hero just because you've got a nice ride. This isn't your fight. If you know what's good for you, walk away."Quentin didn't flinch. He pulled out a cigarette, shook it loose from the pack, cupped his lighter against the wind, and lit it.He took a long drag, then looked at the men through the smoke with one brow raised. "I'm making it my fight. What are you going to do about it?"That was Quentin. Unapologetically bold, unreasonably stubborn, and not the least bit interested in playing nice.The men scoffed. "You're not doing a damn thing, pal. Get lost before we make you."Quentin acted like he hadn't heard a single word they had said. Instead of backi
Quentin kept grinning between bites.Talia couldn't help herself. She said, "Stop smiling and eat."That only made him grin wider. "Yes, ma'am, wifey."He went back to eating with gusto. When he was done, he carried everything to the kitchen, washed up, and came back out.Talia stood and said, "I'll walk you out."Quentin nodded. "Okay."He didn't want to leave, but he agreed anyway. Staying any longer would've been pushing it.When they stepped outside the Stewart residence together, Quentin didn't get in the car. He just stood by the curb, clearly hoping to stretch the moment a little further.Talia smiled faintly. "It's late. Go home."Quentin turned to look at her. "I really don't want to."Talia smiled at him, then brought a bag out from behind her back and held it toward him. "Here. Take this."Quentin looked down at it, puzzled. "What is it?"She pressed it into his hands. "Wait till you get home to open it."The mystery of it was killing him, but since she'd made t
Talia looked so serious that Quentin felt a flicker of unease. Nevertheless, he kept his composure."Go ahead."Talia hesitated for a long time before the words finally came out. "I've never met your father. Is he—"The light left Quentin's face almost instantly, and his eyes turned red. "He's dead."Talia immediately regretted asking. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have brought it up."But she'd been so curious, so eager to know more about him, that the question had slipped out before she could stop it.Seeing the guilt on her face, Quentin softened his demeanor. He gave her a faint smile. "He's not actually dead. He just left us."That only surprised her more. "Why? Where did he go?"Quentin started to answer. "He's in Bry—"Then he stopped himself. After a beat, he simply said, "I don't know."Talia caught the way he'd pulled back, but she didn't press. Just then, the soup on the stove started bubbling over.Talia reached for the ladle, but Quentin's hand got there first. Her fi
The ponytail was loose and a little lopsided, but it more or less held her hair together.Talia finished trimming the vegetables for a side salad and moved to wash them.Quentin reached around her and took them from her hands before she could. "I'll do it."He'd grabbed them from behind her, his arm sweeping past her waist, and in doing so, he'd pulled himself flush against her back. She could feel the faint lines of muscle across his chest pressing against her.Talia's whole body went rigid. She didn't move, and she didn't speak. But the rapid rise and fall of her chest gave her away completely.Quentin leaned down and rested his chin in the curve of her shoulder. His arms extended past either side of her waist and into the sink, rinsing the vegetables under the running water.Talia was trapped in his arms with nowhere to go. If she turned her head even a little, she could feel the warmth radiating off his body.It was too much for Talia. She reached for the vegetables and said
By the time Quentin pulled up to the Stewart residence, Maeve had fallen asleep in Talia's arms. He glanced back at them, then eased out of the car as quietly as he could.He walked around to the rear door and opened it. Talia was already moving to carry Maeve out, but Quentin leaned in first. "I've got her.""Okay." Talia shifted back to give him room.Quentin reached in and carefully lifted Maeve out. Talia climbed out after him, and the two of them walked into the main hall together.Paige and Garrett both looked up at the sound of footsteps.When Paige saw Quentin carrying Maeve, she immediately turned to Garrett and instructed, "Go take her."Garrett got up and walked over, with his arms outstretched. "I'll take her."Quentin had been planning to carry Maeve upstairs himself, but he thought better of it and handed her over. "All yours."Once Garrett had Maeve, Paige came forward and smiled warmly at Quentin. "Thank you, Mr. Henderson."Quentin smiled back, feeling a littl
Talia answered truthfully, "It should be from Quentin."Hearing this, Garrett immediately got angry. "Do you know how much this bracelet is worth?"Talia looked at Garrett and shook her head."I went to a fashion show with Paige yesterday. After the show ended, they held an auction. This bracelet
Talia looked down at her daughter, who was rushing toward her. Her heart stirred, but because her hands were full of bags, she only coaxed gently, "Alright. I'll go make you something to eat."Although Yvonne had hurt her more than once, the bond between mother and daughter couldn't be erased.Aft
Christian frowned. "What caused it?"Talia replied, "Spicy food, snacks, cold food or drinks, overeating, and irregular sleep can all trigger it."He lowered his eyes. "I see."Seeing him like that, she suddenly remembered something. "Christian, actually, I wanted to talk to you about this."He
Christian didn't speak up for Talia. She had expected just as much. She smiled faintly and said to Eliza, "Mrs. Gardner, Franklin isn't feeling well enough to come himself, so he asked me to visit you."Since you're in good health, I'll head back now. There's no need to ask me to stay for dinner. I







