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I laugh and wrap my arm around her. “Oh, is that why the two of you are keeping me around?”
“Among other things.”
“Like what?” I ask and she grins before dropping her gaze to my cock. Arching a brow, I pull her closer until my lips brush against her ear so the baby won’t hear. “You dirty fucking girl.”
She pulls back with a grin on her face and winks as she plays with the neckline on my t-shirt. “Put her to bed and I’ll show you just how much.”
“Sold,” I call out, pressing a quick kiss to her lips before standing up. She follows behind me as we walk up the stairs to Brooklyn’s room and I watch as Quinn changes her into her pajamas. Her eyes are droopy when we lay her down in her crib and cover her with her blanket but she’s not asleep yet.
“Now, where were we?” Quinn asks, pulling me into her body in the hallway outside the nursery and I shake my head.
“Not yet, gorgeous. She’s still awake.”
She laughs. “Lucas, she’ll be out in minutes.”
“Nope, not risking it. Let’s go watch TV or something for a little while.”
Her eyes light up and she nods. “All right. I’ve got Pretty Woman downstairs and I’ve been waiting to test your movie knowledge.”
“Big mistake,” I say, imitating Julia Roberts’ voice from the movie. “Huge.”
“I’m willing to admit when I’m wrong,” she answers with a giggle. “But it’s going to take more than one line from the movie to convince me.”
“Lead the way then, gorgeous.”
We walk back downstairs and sit down on the couch. I pull her into my arms as she searches for the movie and starts playing it. As the opening credits roll, she grabs the blanket off the back of the couch and covers us with it as I reach over her head and hit the light switch.
When I start singing along to The King of Wishful Thinking by Go West, she laughs and peeks up at me. “Still not totally convinced, sir.”
“Just wait.”
Cuddling together on the couch, we watch the movie and by the time Julia Roberts is singing in the bathtub, Quinn admits defeat.
“All right, so you’ve seen the movie a time or two.”
I shake my head. “Try ten or twenty, at least. Insomnia, remember?”
“What kept you up when you were a kid?” she asks, her voice soft as she plays with the hair at the base of my neck and I suck in a breath, fighting back painful memories. Before I can answer her, my phone rings and she pauses the movie to allow me to answer it.
“Hello?”
“Luke?” Clay’s disoriented voice answers and I sit up, offering Quinn an apologetic look for jostling her.
“Clay? What’s going on?”
There’s music thumping in the background and he moves somewhere a little quieter. “You’re wrong.”
“I’m wrong about what?”
“Dad is innocent. I know he is.”
I drop my face in my hand and release a breath. “Clay, no, he’s not.”
“No! You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“How the fuck do I not know what I’m talking about?” I snap before remembering that Quinn is still behind me but when I glance back at her, the only expression on her face is a supportive one.
“You were just a kid and you have no idea what was really going on. I’ve been searching for evidence and I’m going to find it. I’m going to get Dad out of jail.”
