Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Quinn has a pretty consistent schedule—he works out, he works, he eats, and he sings. My heart almost burst from my chest last night when I heard him recording a slow, acoustic version of “Espresso” by Sabrina Carpenter. The way his guitar added to the rough timbre of his voice had me rushing to take a cold shower. It didn’t work. I had to get myself off with the shower head, and I’m not ashamed. Not even a bit.
But there isn’t much I’m ashamed of.
Well, how I pushed him away is a burning regret I don’t think I’ll ever learn to live with, which is why I’m here. I will right my wrongs. Another thing I’ve noticed is that his phone never rings. I know Elli Adler’s ringtone, Boys II Men’s “A Song for Mama,” and I know Shea’s, “Carry on Wayward Son,” for their shared love of Supernatural, and those are the only tones I’ve heard. Not even a normal tone has rung.
It’s not right.
Now, if I were engaged to Quinn Adler, I would be calling him. Not only to hear his voice, but because I miss him. His fiancée has not set foot in his apartment since I’ve been here, and I get that they’re waiting for the wedding, but I have no illusions that they’re waiting to have sex. Not with how fucking sexy Quinn is and how I know for a fact that he knows how to use what he’s packing.
I taught him how to please a woman.
And now, I fucking want to kill anyone else he’s touched.
I have issues.
But that’s a problem for another day because, for real, aren’t they planning a wedding? I guess they could do it over text, but he doesn’t really get on his phone. It stays on the kitchen counter while he does whatever it is he is doing.
I’m truly perplexed.
So, of course, I looked into his fiancée.
For the ninth time.
What? Don’t judge me.
Ava Mettison is the only child of two very well-known songwriters here in Nashville. She comes from old money and lives a very privileged life. I mean, she doesn’t drive a Bugatti, but she is well-off. She has more money than I expected in her account, and she even has offshore accounts that, if her accountant said weren’t traceable, then he was a liar, because I found them in seconds.
She should hire me.
Her account isn’t that fat, but it’s a good nest egg, should she need it. She graduated with a 3.8 GPA from high school and a 3.9 from college. She was accepted into medical school in Boston, where I guess she met Quinn. She’s doing her residency at Saint Thomas’s ER and has very high performance reviews, but she does have some complaints on her bedside manner. Saying she lacks empathy and is too direct. Which is odd to me because Quinn is the most empathetic and sweetest guy ever. How do they mesh? I remember he was dating this one girl who cussed at a waitress, and Quinn literally got up and left her.
So, what is their dynamic? Is she nice to him? Does she appreciate him? Does she get heart-eyes when he talks to her?
I hate her.
She has good teeth, no cavities or fillings. Lucky bitch. She broke her arm in college by falling down the stairs. No, I wasn’t there to push her. She keeps up with her yearly exams but isn’t on birth control. She’s not on any meds. Must be nice not to have anxiety. She’s perfect, and I hate that.
Ignoring that, though, I pull up a tracker I have installed on her social media. It alerts me when she posts or comments on Quinn’s stuff. Ava has a very minimal social media presence, and she’s never commented on or liked any of Quinn’s videos since I’ve been monitoring her. The only thing she has posted of Quinn is their hands with the caption: Engaged.
That’s it. No hearts, no doves, no sparkles, just Engaged.
Weirdo.
And why didn’t she include their faces? Quinn is a stunner. She’s lucky to be able to show him off. She’s not ugly either, unfortunately. With her perfect face and a stylish bob, I can see why Quinn is attracted to her. She would look good on his arm. Not that I’ll allow her to be there for long. The only thing keeping me sane right now is that Quinn didn’t make an engagement post. He shared her post in his stories, but that was it. I find myself tracking his comments, and like Ava with him, he hasn’t commented on any of her stuff. It’s so damn strange.
To me, it seems so clinical, almost like an arranged marriage. Great, there goes my overactive imagination. I really need to stop living in books. I roll my eyes since I know for a fact that the only arranged marriage that could possibly happen would be between Quinn’s family and mine.