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probably hadn’t taken many holidays or sick days before.

Dallas had no idea what Danica did for a living.

She was there early, and waited by the front gate for

Quinn, Danica, and the rest of their party to get there. She

didn’t pull out her phone to check the time. She knew she was

early.

Danica was a tough cookie. Dallas was half afraid that

Danica would get there, give her a look that threatened her

with dismemberment, and then bring up all the unsavory

details of the past. Maybe she would just outwardly threaten to

tear Dallas’ non-existent balls from her body and ram them

down her throat if she even thought about hurting Quinn again.

That would be something very Danicaish to say.

As Dallas was worrying, she spotted Danica and Quinn

walking towards her. Quinn looked effortlessly beautiful in

jeans and an off the shoulder lightweight olive green sweater.

She was wearing a ball cap with a sports logo on the front,

which was strange because Quinn hated sports.

She touched the brim of her hat as she approached and

offered this huge smile that lit up her entire face. It lit up

Dallas in a few places too, but she ignored that because Danica

was giving her the stink eye at the moment, appraising her like

one might appraise a bug before stepping on it brutally.

“I lost a bet,” Quinn explained. “Billy made me wear his

gross old hat in public.”

“What was the bet?”

“Don’t ask,” Danica said. She gave Dallas another scathing

look, then smiled tightly. Apparently, she was going to give

Dallas a pass on the telling off publicly for Quinn’s sake, but

Dallas got the message.