“Oh, give me a break; I happen to like my husband’s dirty mouth,” Reagan says with a wicked little wink, and I blush. Of course she doesn’t know that I’m actually blushing for a different reason concerning that particular dirty word-play.
Anyone ever tell you you’ve got a dirty mouth, Doc?
OK, yeah, that needs to get the hell out of my head right now.
“You’re distracted.”
“Hmm?” I try and look as innocent as possible, which is hard with thoughts of Logan’s cock throbbing through my head and the guilty blush across my cheeks.
“Is it work? No, wait,” Reagan peers into my face with a little grin; “It’s a guy, isn’t it.”
Crap.
“Nope.”
“Quinn.”
“Hmm?” My sister has this big shit-eating grin on her face and I look at her nervously; “What?”
“Uh, Quinn you have a giant hickey on your neck.”
The flush hits my face like a heatwave, and I cringe and look away as she laughs; “Well well! Cool as a cucumber Quinn is all turned around because of a guy! Do I need to save this date for posterity or something?”
I roll my eyes, trying to will the color away from my cheeks; “It’s not like that.”
“Well, then dish; what is it like?”
Forbidden? Off-limits? Wrong? Incredibly hot and the best sex I’ve ever had in my life?
“He’s- he's someone I shouldn't be with; like at all.”
Reagan rolls her eyes; “Well you’re talking to the right girl, you know. We’re in my wheelhouse now!”
Oh you have no freaking idea how right you are, Ray, I want to say. But of course I don’t.
“So, spill it! Why is this such a bad thing?” Reagan frowns; “Oh, God, this isn’t another workplace thing like with Andrew, is it?”
“Uh, no.” I swallow heavily and look away to avoid her look, but I know she catches me anyways.
“Quinn-”
“Ok! Yeah, sort of.”
Reagan’s eyes go wide as she grins at me; “At Archer? Is he like your boss or something” She makes a dramatic face as she pokes me in the arm; “Ooo, so scandalous, girl!”
“Sort of? Not really I guess.”
More like just plain bossy?
My younger sister waves her hand as if brushing something away; “Oh, who cares then? I say go for it; I mean how long ago was Andy?”
We’ve moved on from the strawberries towards a stand selling cutesy “farm-style” kitchen utensils; “Uh, well, I also sort of live with him.”
It spills from my mouth before I can stop it, and Reagan about drops the wooden salad bowl she’s looking at as she turns to stare at me with her jaw on the ground; “What?!”
“No! No, not like-! I mean, he lives in my building.” I stammer, feeling more and more flustered the further down this rabbit hole we get.
“Ooooh!” Reagan shakes her head at me; “Well, yeah I guess that would make things complicated.”
Tell me about it, I think glumly, dropping my gaze to the ground.
She seems to see the fall in my face though; “Well, is he worth it?”
I shrug.
“Is he worth you?”
I hope so? On both accounts?
“Look, what are you doing now?”
We’re back from the farmer’s market in the lobby of my building, arms full of organic produce. I laugh; “Making salad for the next thirty-seven meals?”
Reagan giggles; “Look, let’s just drop this stuff off and go get brunch and mimosas or something.”
I make a face at her; “Mimosas, preggo lady?”
She rolls her eyes again, “I meant for you, doofus; you look like you could use one. I’ll just stick to orange juice and as many sugary breakfast carbs as they’ll let me eat.”
I laugh; “Sounds worth watching, but I actually need to catch up on some stuff for the new proj-”
And just then, the elevator lobby-door next to us decides to ding open, and without a second’s warning, Logan Dempsey walks right off and right into us. I briefly wonder what the odds of a sinkhole occurring at that very moment in that very spot are.
Reagan blinks; “Logan?” She looks at him quizzically; “What are you doing here?”
His face looks pretty much exactly how I’m sure mine does - frozen in absolute shock - but he manages to catch himself faster than me, standing there rooted to the spot; “Oh, I- uh, I live here.” He swallows; “I mean, I keep a place here. It’s a temporary thing.”
“Oh!” Reagan frowns, looking confused before she turns my way; “Quinn, why didn’t you tell me that Logan-”
I know it’s over when I can feel the heat just pulsing from my face; “Oh,” She finishes, giving me a strange little grin before turning back to him with a smile; “Oh you live here!”