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“Be even more honest. It’s time to lay it all out there. Don’t leave anything on the table.”
“Okay,” I said, sniffling. “Thanks.”
“Any time, babe. See you later. Good luck.”
“Thanks. See you later.”
“Who was that?”
I jumped at Quinn’s deep voice. He stood at the doorway, one leg crossed over the other, all casual. He was sexy AF, broad and muscular. What the hell was I doing even thinking about leaving this man? He was perfect for me—thoughtful, funny—and he saved people for a living. Truly, what was I thinking? My mind was so scrambled right now.
I motioned him in, and he joined me on the bed, perching just on the edge, out of my reach.
“Mars.”
“Everything okay?” He lifted a brow.
“Yep. All good.” I wound a strand of hair around my finger, trying to decide how to broach the subject of New York.
“So, New York. What’s the deal?” Quinn scrubbed the back of his neck and my stomach flip-flopped.
“Holden wants me to open a second bakery next to his restaurant in Midtown. Which I could probably manage to do remotely eventually, but for the next year I’d need to be up in New York. Which isn’t ideal, obviously.”
“Obviously.” Quinn nodded, his lips a tight line.
“I could fly back and forth, and you could come visit.”
“That would be a lot, Delaney.”
“We could make it work though, right? If I wanted to do it?” Anxiety pulsed through me at the tone in his voice, the slump of his shoulders. These were not the signs of willingness.
“Maybe.” He blew out a heavy breath. “Long distance is hard. Sucks, actually. And with my work schedule, it would be really tough.”
“Would you at least consider it?” I asked, my voice small and bordering on whiny. Ugh, I sounded so needy.
“I don’t know, Delaney. That’s a lot to ask. Maybe you belong in New York.”
My heart sunk, bile rising in my throat.Not what I wanted to hear.
“So if I do this, we’re done? Just like that?”
Quinn shrugged. “I don’t know. I need some time to think. I don’t want to hold you back.”
“No, of course not. Instead, you’d rather make me choose between my career and love. Cool, thanks.” I jutted my chin out, angry now. A rush of warmth spread through my body and my hands started shaking.
Quinn pressed his lips together, his eyes flashing. “Like I said, Delaney, I don’t fucking know. You’ve had more time to think about this.”
“Not really. Holden just called like, a few weeks ago, and sprung this on me.”
“You’ve known about this for how many fucking weeks and never even bothered mentioning that your ex-boyfriend wants you to move back to New York and open another bakery? Right next to him?” Quinn’s eyes flashed, his jaw tight.
“There was never a good time and frankly, I figured this is how you’d react!” I said, almost shaking with anger now. “I didn’t want to fight over nothing.”
He stood up, grabbed his hoodie.
“You’re leaving?” I asked, my voice rising.
“I need some air.”
