Dumbass. “What the fuck are you doing here?” she says quietly.
“Well, hello to you too darlin’.”
She says through her teeth, “I’m serious. You and I need to talk.”
“Can’t babe. I’m meeting someone for drinks.”
“Out of all the bars in this city you’re meeting someone here?” Quinn says startling her a bit. “In this bar? At this restaurant?”
Monica can feel the heavy breathing behind her as he slides her coat over her shoulders. She turns to give him a tender glance, but he’s not interested in her face at the moment. The staring contest is on.
“Yeah. Crazy small town, huh?” Jack says. He takes a sip of his whiskey and keeps his eyes in the glass.
Monica isn’t about to wait around for more chitchat. Who knows what Jack is capable of saying, especially if he’s had a few drinks? “Have a great fuckin’ night,” she bites before stomping off.
Quinn leans in close, his body tense and imposing. “I’m gonna allow you to sit here with that smug fuckin’ look on your dumb face and pretend like you just happen to be here. But when you get back from that trip of yours, I’m gonna find whatever shithole you’re curled up in and set things straight. Then I expect that this city gets a lot fuckin’ bigger and I won’t see you again.” He pulls away and meets Monica waiting out front with a cab door already open.
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