Chapter 18
Quinn stood in Lacey’s kitchen and poured a cup of coffee. After a few sips, he felt halfway human, although his heart hurt and his stomach was churning like mad. All the coffee did was wipe the cobwebs out of his brain after a crappy night’s sleep. He’d arrived home late last night to realize the text he’d thought he’d sent to Lacey telling her he was grabbing dinner had never left his phone. He must’ve missed the send button when he dashed it off last night. Lacey had been sound asleep upstairs, so he’d crawled quietly into bed beside her. He’d woken this morning with her draped all over him. With his body thrumming with need and his c**k throbbing, he’d slowly untangled himself and headed straight for a chilly shower. Much as he could hardly bear the thought of sleeping with
