I want to be with you, too,” he said. “I’ll come to your room after dawn.” Qhuinn didn’t want to ask. Had to. “What about Saxton?” “He’s gone on vacation.” Reaaaaaaaaaaaaaally. “For how long?” “Just a couple of days.” Too bad. Any chance of an extension…for like a year or two? Maybe forever? “Okay, it’s a—” Qhuinn stopped himself before he finished that with date. There was no sense kidding himself. Saxton was away. Blay wanted to get laid. And Qhuinn was more than willing to supply the male with what he wanted.

[...]you know what they say about messengers, right"? Excuse me?" Too much bad news will get you shot."[...]

Sometimes the only way to know how far you'd come was to return to where you once had been.

Turned out Qhuinn was a snuggler. Who knew—and how fabulous.

Because when I looked at you across that table at the diner, no one else existed. And whether or not anything happens between you and me, it took meeting you to show me what I was missing.

And bottom line, without John by her side, everything seemed to be just a big, resounding meh.

I feel as though I am shelved. That I have been given the words to the story of my life, but that I have remained largely unread.