6
Quinn
“I want to take you somewhere.”
I’m in Jagger’s expensive car as we drive out of the hospital parking lot, the damn deadline from my editor gnawing at my brain like a zombie on The Walking Dead.
“I should get home,” I say.
“Please.” He shifts, and his foot hits the clutch and he revs the gas. He’s such an expert at everything sexy. “It’s just lunch. You have to eat.” He glances over, idling at a stop light now.
“Where?”
A mysterious smile wraps around his lips. “A surprise.”
“Nowhere fancy?”
He laughs, shaking his head. “No. Nowhere fancy. You never were that type of girl.”
Rolling down the window, I let the wind blow in my hair, amazed at how much better I’m feeling than I was yesterday morning.
Half an hour later, we pull up to the same hole in the wall he took me to a
