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“Yes,” he grunts.

I blink a few times. What am I supposed to say to that? I take a deep breath and then become the horrid wifey character.

“Hi, honeybun!”

He huffs, “Do you need something?”

“No, you called me, sweetie, remember?”

“You texted.”

I let out a pinched laugh, “You could have just texted me back.”

“Texting is inefficient.”

“Umm, yeah, it sure as hell is on this stupid collector’s item.”Whoops.I let my real personality slip in. I switch back to the other me. “I mean, baaaabe, how can I update my Instagram on this? It’s inhumane!”

He sighs, “The phone is secure. Security is the priority.”

“Awww, that is so sweet you’re taking such good care of me already, Pooh Bear.”Pooh Bear?! I need to look into psychiatric medication.

“Don’t text. If you need something, call.”

“What I need is my iPhone, sweetie, pleeeease.”

“No. Anything else?”

“Quiiiiiiin,” I whine. He stays silent on the other end, unaffected. I wait. He waits. Finally, I have a thought, “Oh! Did you get my chair and lamps and stuff?”

“Yes, they’ve been moved into our room. See you next week.”

Well, crap, I didn’t expect that, “Oh, uh, I…”

“Shit. I have to go.”

There’s a noise, I think a gun shot. And he’s gone.

The gun shot doesn’t faze me, but I’m shaking.

Because I heard what he said.

He saidour room.

I am so screwed.

CHAPTER 16

Quinn

“You’re not going to wear the jacket for Mrs. Quinn?” Mac asks, smirking.

“A man my size looks like an idiot in a suit,” I say, adjusting the ludicrous pink bowtie that matches the suspenders and pants. “Plus, all this is bad enough.”

“It really is,” he turns to me and we just shake our heads at each other. Made men should not wear bright pink. “Time to go.” He says, and I nod as I follow him out of the priest’s vestibule which is serving as a groom’s room. Collin follows, looking like a younger, slimmer version of us. All Quinn cousins are cut from the same cloth of death and darkness.

And we’re wearing fucking fuchsia.

Collin snorts as we enter the sanctuary. I turn to glare at him but he’s unfazed.