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Quinn frowned. “I can make you something else if you’re not keen on lasagne?”
“No, it’s lovely. I just…don’t have much appetite at the moment.” She looked unhappy and I pushed my plate away. I wanted to wrap her up in my arms and protect her from everything. It was completely fucking irrational, but there we were.
“How about dessert? I made tiramisu?”
Her lips quirked upward in a faint smile. “My favorite,” she joked. “You know me too well.”
“It’s my favorite too,” I pointed out.
Quinn rolled his eyes as he cleared Stella’s plate away. “Oh please. Every dessert is your favorite. Along with food in general.”
“I’m hurt. You’re making me out to be a greedy bastard when I simply have a fine appreciation for nice food.”
“Pot, kettle, black?”
Stella giggled and Quinn grinned. “There she is,” he said, throwing me a relieved look when she turned away for a split second. I knew he was as worried about her as I was.
“Go sit on the sofa and I’ll bring you some dessert.”
Stella smiled gratefully and scurried over to the sofa while I helped Quinn clear the table.
There was still no sign of Brax, so Quinn had plated him up some dinner and left it in the microwave. I assumed he was at the gym this late, although who knew.
At least he was drinking less these days. It was the one silver lining of Stella sharing our apartment. Whatever else was going on between them, he’d not been blackout drunk since she found him on the roof terrace.
I quickly texted him to find out if he was planning to be here while we talked to Stella. His reply pinged on my phone a few minutes later.
Brax: on way
“Is he coming?” Quinn asked in a low voice as Stella flicked through the channels on the TV. I nodded, showing him the text.
“Good.”
Chapter 74
Stella
Brax walked in just as I finished my tiramisu. I looked up and instantly wished I hadn’t. He must have come straight from the gym. He wore a pair of athletic shorts that clung to his ass and left very little to the imagination up front. A light sheen of sweat coated his golden skin and despite just shoveling 500 calories down my throat, I was now hungry as fuck. Only not for food.
Dear Lord. Give me the strength to resist this temptation.
I heard him tell Quinn he was going to grab a quick shower, then, thankfully for my hormones, he disappeared from view. It took me like 10 minutes to calm the fuck down.
Harley strolled over and smirked when he saw my flushed cheeks.
“Is it too warm in here?” he teased.
“Hot flush,” I mumbled, concentrating hard on the inane soap opera currently playing, even though it was in Spanish, and I didn’t understand Spanish.
He flopped down next to me. “Good show?”
“Yeah.”
He was quiet for a few moments before chuckling. “Ah, so the blond is having an affair with her personal trainer and her husband has just found out…”
I watched the characters on the screen scream and cry. “Really?”
“No idea,” he shrugged innocently. “I don’t speak Spanish.”
