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Sometime between then and yesterday evening, she must’ve talked to her father.

I bet he fed her shit like, It’s better for him this way. You’re doing him a disservice by staying with him. It’s bad for his career.

I shower and dry off in record time. I know what I have to do now.

I drag on my clothes, grab my bag, and head for the door while Jordan is still getting dressed.

“Where are you going?”

“To talk to Quinn.”

“Good.”

I stop and look back at him. “That’s it?”

“What do you want, a motivational speech?”

“Little disappointing.”

Jordan pulls his shirt over his head. “Fine. Go get your girl.”

“Better.”

“And maybe shower longer next time. You still smell.”

“Fuck you.”

His laugh follows me out into the hallway.

I pull my phone from my pocket as I walk, debating whether to call Riley and ask if she knows where Quinn is, my eyes continuously dropping to my phone.

“Wyatt?”

I turn, and for one second, I genuinely think my sleep-deprived brain has finally snapped.

Quinn is standing at the other end of the hallway.

It almost feels like divine intervention.

Her hair is pulled back, she’s wearing jeans and one of those soft sweaters that make me want to put my hands underneath them, and her purse hangs from one shoulder. She looks almost as tired as I feel, with shadows under her eyes and none of the brightness that’s usually there when she sees me.

Neither of us says anything for a few seconds, and my heart starts beating hard enough that I can feel it in my throat.

Quinn recovers first. “I, ahem, came to see Dad.”

I take a step toward her, my body automatically pulling me in her direction.

“What did he say to you?” I ask softly.

Her gaze sharpens, all of her attention solely focused on me. “What do you mean?” I can hear the nervousness in her response now.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about. What did Brennan say to you?”

“I don’t know what you think or what scenarios you’re spinning in your head, but nobody forced this on me. Breaking up was my decision and my decision alone.”

“Bullshit. Maybe he didn’t force you, but he did pressure you. And that’s just plain wrong. Because the only people who should decide if we’re together are you and me.”

She glances down the hallway. “Can we please not do this here?”