Page 107 of Savage Suit

I grinned, smug.

“He sounds like a very nasty boy. Like Reid.”

“I suppose so,” Ryan said, and her shyness helped me to understand Quinn’s ferocious protectiveness toward her. “Now, my turn.”

“Answer the second part, Ryan.”

“I forgot what it was.”

“Bullshit. You’re such a fucking liar.”

“Fine. Yes. Happy?”

“Nope. I want you to say the words.”

“You’re a fucking sadist.”

“Put into the universe what you most want, so the stars will grant it. Or something, Ryan. It was your saying.”

“It was Mama’s saying.”

“Yeah, well, I’ve heard it from you.”

“One day, you’ll give birth to a girl child who calls you in the middle of the night to shoot the fucking breeze between arguing. I will do a happy dance.”

Quinn rolled her eyes. “Moving on. So. You want to be his lover. But you have a problem. You work for him. After six months, just don’t renew your contract. Pursue a romantic relationship with him. I mean, he’s a catch. Rich as hell. You’ll be set for life. You’ll want for nothing. All you’ll do is serve on committees, host parties, and push out babies.”

“Is that your goal with Reid?” Ryan demanded.

“Fuck Reid. We’re not talking about him.”

“While there is nothing wrong with a woman who wants what you described, that isn’t me, Quinn. That’s what Noah wants, though. If he lets me go and I find another job, he won’t want me. He doesn’t want me now,” she said softly.

I winced at the pain in her voice. Quinn threw me a dirty look.

“I’m not a socialite. I love kids and babies. I want to bear two or three and adopt two or three.”

Quinn choked. “Well, fuck, do you know how expensiveonekid is, Ryan? Six little motherfuckers will have you working four fucking jobs to give them a decent upbringing.”

“Little motherfuckers?” Ryan said with disapproval. “Is that how you’ll refer toyourkids?”

She threw Reid a dark look and stiffened, her lower lip trembling. My cousin flushed and glanced away.

“I’m tired, hunny bunny.”

“Goddamn, Ryan. Think about what you just said. You want six children—”

“I said betweenfourand six, Quinn.”

“So, five,” Quinn said.

Ryan growled. “Remind me to fuck you up tomorrow, smartass.”

“As if,” Quinn retorted with a little sniff. “As I was saying, you’d leave your four, five, or six kids at a daycare, while you pursued your career? How unfair when you have a fine-ass rich boy who doesn’t want his woman to work.”

She winked at me.

“Shut it, Quinn. You aren’t supposed to noticeanythingabout Noah. Besides, you have a fine-ass rich boy jonesing for your ass.”