Chapter 14
Leo
A heavy, unfamiliar feeling sat in the pit of my stomach as I took the glass of beer that Stella had just placed in front of me and I threw back my head, chugging half of the glass in one go. The alcohol wasn’t seeming to help drive the feeling away. If anything, it was making it worse, my thoughts swirling and tangling up in one another.
On the one hand, I should be happy that Jonah intervened. I knew I’d been getting too close to Quinn. Letting her get too close to me. The whole thing was too much for me. I should have cut things off between us weeks ago, long before I started helping her out around the old farmhouse.
This was the perfect chance for me to end things with Quinn before it got messy. Right? I should be ecstatic. I hated drama and relationships were nothing but drama. I’d learned that lesson. So then, why wasn’t I happy, damn it?
Instead, I hated the fact that I didn’t get a chance to explain to Quinn that I was just trying to keep Jonah off their trail. That I hadn’t meant any of the things that I’d said. And there was the rub of it. The normal Leo would have meant them. Four weeks ago, I would have been more than happy to throw back a couple beers with Jonah and chase women. What did it mean that that was the last thing I wanted to do now?
I took another sip of the beer, grimacing at the suddenly bitter taste before setting it on the bar and pushing it away. No, the beer wasn’t helping. I honestly didn’t know what the hell would. My thoughts were still a tangled mess when I glanced over at the front door just in time to see Jonah toss me a wave as he made his way over.
There was a pretty decent crowd in the bar already. At seven o'clock it would only get busier before it started to die out in the early morning hours as the last of the stragglers made their way to their own beds. Lucky's was the only bar in the town and basically, everyone stopped in to have a drink and unwind after the work week.
“Stella, can I get a drink? Whatever’s on tap.”
“You got it, Jonah. Coming up.”
I waited until Jonah took a seat next to me before turning to him with a nod.
“Hey, man. I’m glad you talked me into coming out. Not sure what’s been going on with me.” I nearly bit my tongue as the words flew out. They were far too close to the truth for comfort.
"It happens to the best of us sometimes," Jonah said with a grin as he took the beer from Stella and raised it high, "Cheers, to a good time and even better lays."
I had no choice but to grab my own glass and clinked it against Jonah’s.
“Cheers.”
We both gulped down a few drinks, Jonah nearly finishing his whole glass before he spoke again.
“Honestly, I’ve been pretty slammed myself. With this new job that’s behind schedule and everything with Quinn…it feels good to relax, you know?” Jonah took another swig, draining the last drop before gesturing to Stella for another round.
I knew I shouldn’t but I couldn’t help myself from asking. “What do you mean, everything with Qui– your sister?" I quickly changed my wording, hoping he didn't notice. I was afraid he'd hear the familiar tone of my voice. Damn, this was tricky business keeping a secret from a best friend.
“It’s just everything with the property. I mean, you know how it is over there. It’s a lost cause, that place, but she’s convinced she can fix it up. She’s got, what, five months left before that buyer comes here? I should just stop her before it goes too far, but, damn it, she seems so happy you know?” Jonah shook his head, drowning another sever gulps of beer. “I don’t have the heart to take it away from her, not after…”
“After what?” I prompted. It was too late to back out now, and if I was honest with myself, I wanted to know more about her. I wanted to know everything about her. I didn’t look too closely at why.
“The whole reason we got the property in the first place.” Jonah shook his head and for a moment I wondered if he would go on but it seemed like the alcohol was already loosening his tongue. “Some lawyer showed up on the doorstep with a deed in hand. Apparently, our grandfather had left the property to our mom when he died like twenty years ago but she just let the place rot.”
Jonah snorted in disgust and I just sat there in silence. I didn’t know what to say, so I just let him talk. After a moment and another chug of beer, he did.
“Well, turns out that there was another clause in the old man’s will. If the first recipient passed away, the property would pass onto the next surviving relative. Which means me.” Jonah raised his glass again, somewhat less cheerful this time before taking a drink.
It took me a moment for the meaning of Jonah’s words to sink in and when they finally did, it hit me like a ton of bricks.
“Shit man. I’m sorry. How did it happen?”
"Don't be sorry," Jonah said after a long minute of silence and staring into the foam of his beer. "They weren't really parents, you know? More like shitty roommates that would pass out with lit cigarettes and make a mess that you'd have to clean up afterward."
I sat in silence. There was nothing to say to that. I knew how it felt to have a rough childhood but there was something different in Jonah’s voice. He meant every word he said. There was no over-exaggeration here. Just the plain, stark truth.
“When they left it was hard on Quinn, even though she pretended it wasn’t but for me it was almost a relief,” Jonah shot me a guilty look but I was the last person to pass judgment, “I know that probably sounds terrible but by that time, I was basically raising Quinn on my own anyway. This way I didn’t have to worry so much about making sure she didn’t accidentally get into their drugs or see them passed out and pissing themselves.”
He went silent again and I motioned Stella for another round. I had a feeling this wasn’t exactly the way Jonah had thought the night would go, but I could tell he needed to get it off his chest. It was eating him alive.
“It was a car accident. My mom was driving and she od’d on some cocktail of drugs. She ran off the road and killed them both.”
“Jonah, I–.”
“Jesus, don’t say you’re sorry again.” Jonah cut him off but there was no anger in his voice. Just resignation, “Honestly, it’s a miracle that they survived that long but in the end, they had each other. They always had each other.”
I grabbed the beers with a grateful nod to Stella, handing one over to Jonah before raising my own for a toast, “Cheers, to fucked up parents.”
Jonah shot me a sideways glance but finally raised his own glass as well, “To fucked up parents.”
We both drank deep but like an itch I couldn’t scratch my mind turned back to Quinn.
“So, how did your sister take the news?” I wracked my mind but I couldn’t remember her mentioning her parent’s deaths to me before. I was pretty sure I would remember something like that. I didn’t know why, but it bothered me. It bothered me that she hadn’t told me. That she hadn’t confided in me. Oh, like you’ve confided in her?
“She’s taking it alright. It’s hard to tell, you know? She keeps things close to the vest as they say.” Jonah was starting to slur his words just slightly but his eyes, so much like Quinn’s were still clear and sharp, “She was only ten when they split so for her, I think they died a long time ago. But like I said, it’s fucking hard to tell. Women are convoluted creatures.”
“I’ll drink to that.” I followed suit, taking a sip of my beer. I was about to open my mouth to ask more questions about Quinn now that Jonah was talking more loosely about his past, and his sister, two topics he was usually closed lipped about but the hair on the back of my neck suddenly stood on end.
I glanced behind me and didn’t see anything at first. It wasn’t until I scanned the crowd, reaching the space in front of the door that I found her. Quinn. I stared at her as something washed over me, trying to make sense of it all.
Quinn. Quinn was at the bar. Quinn was at the bar while I was hanging out with her older brother who would definitely kill me if he even suspected what was going on between us. It wasn’t until she stepped out from behind someone else that I realized she was wearing one of the shortest dresses I’d ever seen. It was a soft pink and blue with flowers on it but the sweetness only doubled down on the sinful way it hugged her curves.
I was so distracted by Quinn’s sudden appearance that it took me several moments to realize Lily was trailing nervously behind her as she headed towards the bar. It took several more moments after that to realize that Quinn was shooting me a deadly glare that should fry me on the spot and what was even worse, she was headed straight in my direction. Great. That’s just fucking great.
With as much resolve as I could muster, I drained the last of my beer and prepared myself to deal with whatever storm was headed my way. It sure as hell wasn’t going to be pretty, I just hoped I would come out the other end with my skin still intact.
I saw Jonah finally notice his sister on the warpath, and then a moment later her attire and the way his eyes narrowed. Well, so much for that.
***
Quinn
By the time Lily and I got to Lucky’s, the anger that had been raging inside me at a simmer since earlier at the property was back up to a full boil. I had spent the entire drive there telling myself that Leo was a no-good woman chaser, and I was just another one in a long line of prey that he’d play with as long as he liked before moving on to the next one.
I didn’t admit to myself that I was focusing all my energy on that anger so I wouldn’t have to deal with the cracks in my walls, the same ones that Leo had snuck through before I even realized they were there. Didn’t, or couldn’t. I’d never been good at dealing with emotional fallout. Probably a leftover from my parents. It was easier just to shove the feelings to the farthest, darkest corner of my mind and hope they went away.
I had a hunch that wasn’t going to work this time. My feelings for Leo were nearly impossible to ignore. But the anger helped. It sure did. And I clung to it with a desperation that fueled me forward like a rocket as I stepped into the crowded bar.
I spotted him immediately. Leo, sitting at the bar with a glass of beer in his hand and a smirk hanging on his too easy to kiss lips and before I even knew what I was doing, my feet were moving. I stomped towards him, vaguely aware of Lily trailing nervously behind me but all my focus was on Leo. And all the anger that was pent up inside me was about to burst.
My mouth was already open, ready to vent all the words building up inside me but as I jerked to a stop just a foot from where Leo sat another voice was suddenly talking. Furious and fast as if to stop whatever diatribe was about to fly past my lips.
"Quinn! So…surprising to see you here," Leo was saying. His dark gaze was hard and questioning on mine, shooting back and forth between me and my brother. Oh no. That wasn't going to stop me. Not this time. I was going to give Leo a piece of my mind right this minute. But he had other plans. He kept talking, rambling on before I could even get a word in.
“How’s the, uh, the renovations going? Good, right? Better than we hoped for. That’s um, that’s good. And the plumber stopped by today? I saw him walking around, inspecting the pipes and everything. Good news? I bet it was good news.”
“Yeah, it was good news,” I finally grumbled, and then opened my mouth to tell him what I really came there for but he was talking again, so fast that Jonah and I both eyed him askance.
“Great! What about the flooring? We’ll have to redo the flooring in the kitchen before we can get that drywall up and then paint. Have you decided on paint for everything? I’ve heard that it can really make a difference. The right color at the right time,” Leo shot me a pointed look and then a sideways one towards my brother, “The wrong color and the wrong time could be really dangerous."
“Dangerous?” Jonah said, speaking for the first time since Leo had started. I could tell by the slight slur to his words that he’d already knocked back a few of those beers as well, “I didn’t know paint could be dangerous.”
Leo's dark brown gaze never left mine, "It can be very dangerous. Life-threatening even."
I met his stare for a long moment but finally out an irritated breath on a huff of air. I knew what he was doing. He was just trying to keep me quiet. Well, I wasn’t about to be deterred. I would just have to bide my time.
I motioned to Stella and she sent me a wave and a friendly smile before sliding a beer in my direction. I offered it to Lily as I pointedly took a seat in the barstool next to Leo but she just shook her head, giving me an odd look before leaning close.
“What exactly are you doing here, Quinn?” She asked in a hushed voice, pitched so low that only I could hear.
“I am finding out the truth before things get any more…complicated,” I said with a firm nod of my head. As soon as I got the chance. Lily gave me another look before finally shrugging and looking around the packed bar uncomfortably. It wasn’t until I followed her gaze that I noticed it. There were several other women there that kept shooting Leo come hither glances, and one that even tossed a glare in my direction. It all just served to keep my temper at a boil and I could barely wait until Jonah excused himself to go to the bathroom. Then I pounced.
My brother was barely out of the room before I turned to Leo, my arms crossed in front of me as I confronted him.
“Well?” The word shot out testily and I waited impatiently for Leo to answer. He shrugged, giving me an abashed look.
“Listen Quinn. I didn’t have time to explain earlier at the property. But your brother just came out of nowhere and I couldn’t turn him down. It would be too suspicious.”
“You could have said no, Leo. You could have told him you were busy or sick or…or anything! Instead, you told him you’d just love to go to the bar and scope out, what did you call it? Oh yeah, prime female catch.”
“Hey, Jonah said that. Not me.” Leo growled the words, taking an angry sip of his beer, “I don’t even know why we’re arguing about this. I did it save your ass.”
“No, you did it to save yours,” I shot back, meeting him glare for glare, “I don’t care what–.”
I cut off abruptly as Jonah walked back into view and turned away sharply, downing the rest of my beer before rising to my feet.
“Uh, Quinn, what are you doing?” Lily asked hesitantly and I shot her a fierce grin.
“I’m going to show someone exactly what he’s going to miss out on.” I didn’t let myself stop and think as I made my way out to the crowded dance floor. I shot one long look at Leo over my shoulder before starting to sway my hips. Damned if I wouldn’t make him as uncomfortable as he made me. Time for a little payback.