Cade.Fuck, I feel like I'm in some kind of interview or something.Quinn is lying on my bed, cuddling my pillow like it's a security blanket, scowling at me with an intensity that would be intimidating if it wasn't also kind of cute.I'm sitting in the chair across from her because she literally wouldn't let me lie down next to her. Drew a line in the sand—or the mattress, I guess—and told me to stay on my side of the room.And she has a list.An actual, physical list of questions written down on paper that she hands to me like we're in a goddamn deposition."What did you do last night?" she asks, her tone sharp and accusatory.I smirk, unable to help myself. "Fuck you."Her scowl deepens. "I wrote that weeks ago. You know what I mean."I click my tongue, scanning the list. The questions are numbered, organized by date apparently. This one's old. "Depends on which night you're asking about.""The night you left at 2 AM. I heard your bike.""Went out.""To do what?"I flip to the next
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