Page 108 of Savage Suit

I lifted my brow in question, ignoring Reid’s smug satisfaction.

“That’s all he craves from me.” The hurt in her tone wiped away Reid’s pleasure. “And if you were trying to make a point by admitting you’ve checked him out, I’m over it. Fuck him and the bitch he rode in on.”

“You’re insane.” Ryan howled with laughter. “What does that even mean?”

Reid reached for Quinn, but she elbowed his chin, and he grunted.

“What’s that noise?” Ryan’s humor evaporated.

“What’s what noise?” Quinn responded, all innocence.

“Uh—”

“Listen, big sister, rethink your priorities if you want a houseful of children. You’d want to put them first, just as you did for Logan and me. Even now, you put us first. Me, especially. Which I’ve never understood since Logan is the baby.”

“He has Dakota and our dear brother-in-law, Timothe, meaning he also has Armani. She couldn’t handle raising either of you then, but you’re both adults now, so she has no problem being there.”

“Armani can be so judgmental, especially toward me,” Quinn said, then sighed. “I see your reasoning now. Anyway, think about how you struggled to take care of us while going to school and holding down a job. You don’t need to be a socialite, just a wife and a mother.”

I’d never wanted kids of my own. Yet Ryan would be an exceptional mother, kind, unselfish, and caring. To keep my cock calm, I resisted thinking of making those babies with her.

“Yes, Noah. Who else, dumbass?” Quinn demanded.

I’d missed Ryan’s comment.

“I’m sure I’d want to be a stay at-home mommy if I could afford it, but it must be my choice. Can you imagine what a disadvantage I’d be at in a marriage to him? If I gave up my job, I’d have to rely on him for everything. Besides, having my own fucking money is empowering. I can tell him to fuck off if he doesn’t agree with what I might need or want. I might want more from him than he wants from me, but that’s life, baby. I’ll get over him.”

Quinn and I exchanged startled glances.

“What do you mean?” she demanded. “Get over him? You almost sound in love with him.” She laughed nervously.

“I don’t believe in insta-love, but I’m attracted to him and infatuated with him. It doesn’t matter, Quinn. I swear. He has other…never mind. He told me to forget about earlier and I will. I can’t even fucking text him unless he gives me permission. He chewed me the fuck out for doing it.” She sniffled, and I swore my heart broke.

“Don’t cry, Ryan,” Quinn said.

“I’m not.” She cleared her throat. “I think I might call Ian. We had a huge argument when he found out I worked for Noah.”

“That fine-ass bartender?”

“Yeah. He wants to be more than friends. And…and…I don’t know. Maybe I’ll go to the bar this weekend if I’m not overloaded with work.”

“You could do worse. He’s pretty fucking hot.”

“Yeah, he is,” she agreed, much to my displeasure. “He just isn’t Noah.”

Those words soothed my jealousy.

Quinn’s deep smile revealed her dimples. “I know. Anyway, I’m tired.” She yawned. “This is what I wanted to tell you—”

“Fuck no. My turn.”

“Shit.” Sighing dramatically, Quinn leaned her head back on the sofa and stared at the ceiling. “What the fuck do you want to know?”

“When did you realize you were in love with Reid?”

Quinn stilled, barely blinking, her focus staying on the ceiling.

Ryan’s question shocked Reid in the same way her responses to her sister’s nosiness surprised me.