CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
KENNEDY
“Tell me what?”
I walked into the kitchen to find Quincy and Mrs. L having some kind of heart-to-heart that involved me.
Thank f**k. I sure as hell hoped it was about her staying. Giving us a chance. Not tucking tail and running just because things suddenly got real between us. Or whatever her issue was.
Quincy looked up at me with those big brown eyes shimmering with tears, and all the anger I’d had toward her for giving up on us dropped to the floor. In all the times I’d known her, I’d never seen her look worried or scared, but right now she did. I swiftly crossed through the kitchen and took her into my arms. “What is it, sweets?”
God, she felt good. Soft, warm. I breathed in her scent, and my d**k got hard. I couldn’t help it. “Whatever it is, I’ll fix it
