Cody
When I got home from work that day, I could feel the storm coming. My mom and sisters had sent texts warning me that Quinn had kicked them out of her house, and I knew that if she was done with them, she would try to get rid of me again too.
She was sitting on the bed, and she stood when I entered the room. Her makeup was applied flawlessly and she was wearing her short black pencil skirt with a light pink tank top that revealed a strip of her stomach.
She looked good—the kind of good you would expect from a millionaire who was about to fire you without batting her long, thick eyelashes. The only thing that gave away her emotions was her red-rimmed eyes.
“Are you okay? What happened?” My words were cautious, though I knew a little of why she was there.
“It’s time for you to sign this, Cody.” She pulled a sheet of paper off the dresser and handed it to me. It was pristinely white with solid black lettering and not a single crease or wrinkle. The dark blue ink of her signature practically jumped off the paper, reminding me of the cotie she’d so carelessly covered with tattoo ink.
She didn’t have to tell me what the paper was for.
“If there’s anything the last few days has done it’s made me not want to lose you, Quinn. I’m not signing that.” I took it from her hand and tore it down the middle.
Her face heated, and her scent got stronger.
“And if there’s anything the last few days has done for me, it’s taught me exactly what your weaknesses are. Either you sign that paper or I will make you wish you were dead, James Cody Burgandeau.” She folded her arms.
I didn’t know where she’d heard the first name I didn’t go by, but her use of it irked me.
“You said that before, but I’m happier than ever. We’re building a life here together. You’re friends with my sisters, you know most of my mom’s friends by name, and you built us a house five minutes from my parents’.”
“And I can destroy all of it with just one kiss.” Quinn held up a finger, emphasizing the tiny act it would take to wreck everything. I knew exactly who she was talking about kissing, and even the idea of her with my brother-in-law made me see red.
It was the first time she’d mentioned kissing other men since she’d jumped Sebastian, and this time, it was even worse because I’d thought she was done with that.
“You wouldn’t.” I challenged. She cared too much about me, she had to. I’d seen it in her eyes, felt it in the way she’d touched me. We’d kept things pretty PG since that morning in her house, but the lack of physical contact had only made both of us want each other more.
“If you think that’s true you don’t know a single thing about me, James.” She stepped past me, out of the bedroom and into the hallway. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got somewhere to be.”
She strolled out of the bedroom like she didn’t have a care in the world, leaving me alone in the apartment, more confused than I’d been in my entire life. I’d thought I was getting to know my soulmate, however slowly.
It hit me that I still had no idea who the real Quinn Longhorn was, and I had no idea what it would take for me to find out.
The only people who I thought might have a clue were Beth and Hallie. If Beth was going to talk to me, she would’ve done it sooner, so my only other option was my brother’s soulmate.