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“Hey. I just-”

“You just wanted to what?” Quinn hissed, then realized

how stupid that sounded. She’d cut Dallas off. If she really

wanted to know, she wouldn’t have done that.

Dallas’ lips settled into a thin line. Good lord, was it

possible for someone not to have changed at all? Dallas still

looked like the same old Dallas. Her curves were tucked away

neatly behind a perfectly non-descript outfit. It wasn’t boyish,

casual, office worthy. It was somewhere between all of those

things. The I’m not trying to impress while being super

impressive outfit. The rest of Dallas was always going to be

impressive, whether she played it down or up or whatever. Her

eyes were huge and dark. She had the thickest, darkest lashes.

Full lips. High cheekbones. Sharp jawline. Long chestnut hair

that the sun made glorious because it brought out all the red

highlights.

“I just wanted to tell you that the money your grandpa left

me- I was going to give it all to charity.” Dallas’ eyes darted

around the sidewalk right after and Quinn snorted.

“Yeah. That’s so obvious. You’re going to give twenty-five

grand away.”

“I really am. That’s the best thing I could think to do with

it. I mean, it’s really the only thing I could think to do with it.”

“I can think of something you could do with it.” Quinn

yanked down the hem of her dress, which had ridden so far up

when she fell that people walking by could probably see her

bootie sticking out.

“Let me guess. Stick it someplace the sun don’t shine?”

“I was going to say up your ass, so that’s about right.”

Dallas’ lips wobbled. It infuriated Quinn that Dallas had