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I hear him suck in a breath. “How drunk are ya, Quinn?”

“Drunk enough to know that what I just said was stupid, and I don’t care.”

“Quinn, I’m sorry you’re going through this. You’re hurting right now. You love him and he hurt you, but sleeping with me wouldn’t solve anything. You would probably be hurting more than you are now.”

“I don’t love him.” There is no way he can know that. I’ve never told anyone or said it out loud.

“Quinn, I see the way you look at him. It’s the same look me da used to give me mam before she passed away.”

“I’m sorry, Tait.” My voice sounds so small and sad.

“Don’t be, it was a long time ago. You’re going to pull through this, Quinn. I’d be more than happy to sleep with you though if you think it would help move things along.” The humor in his voice lets me know he’s smiling.

“You wouldn’t. You like Sam too much, and I like her, too. Don’t hurt her.”

“I won’t. Now, get some sleep. Things will be brighter in the morning, and if not, that’s what day drinking is for. Night, babe.”

“Night, Tait. Thanks.”

Chapter 38

Sundayat the con was hell on wheels, but I plowed through it. I answered questions in regards to my relationship with Quinn as vaguely as possible, and I batted away a few offers to join me later. I’m happy to get back to my hotel in one piece in Vancouver. The first thing I want to do is see Quinn. I want to bury my face between her breasts and my dick in her cunt. Everything that has happened between us seems like a nightmare. I knock on her bedroom door and am surprised when I am met with a leggy brunette with large blue eyes.Where the fuck is Quinn?

“Mr. Evanstan. How can I help you?”

“Who are you? Where’s Quinn?” I ask, looking past her into the room.

“She is back in California. My name is Amanda, and I’m taking over for the last few weeks on set. Would you like to come in, and we can chat for a few minutes?”

She’s subtly eye-fucking me, and I allow it, pretending I don’t notice. “Sure. Why not?”

I follow her into the room and take a seat on the chair while she settles herself into the chair next to me, and we begin.

“You have another two weeks left here, and then it looks like you will get a break. Are you planning on heading back to Boston, or are you returning to California?”

“I think Boston will be better, so I will be heading there.”

“There is a bit of a mess to clean up with your social media, and the fabricated relationship, or are you planning on keeping that going for a bit? It will take a bit of work to correct, but I can probably pull a few strings. Get Quinn on board.”

My head snaps in her direction at the mention of her name. “How is she?” I ask.

“I think she’s fine. I haven’t had a lot of communication with her since she left yesterday morning. I think she is getting a lot of hate through different social media outlets, though.”

“Why do you say that?”

“She deleted her Instagram account and put up a message about taking some time off social media on her Facebook.”

I feel like I’m being punched in the gut. “I don’t want that happening.”

She shrugs. “Not much you can do now. Anyway, would you like to go over your schedule for the next week? I also need your login information for different social media accounts. You might want to change the passwords, too.”

“Maybe tomorrow. It was a long flight, and I need to lie down. I have an early call tomorrow.” I stand and move toward the door. “Nice meeting you, Amanda. I’m sure we will get along great.” I open the door and let myself out.

The next morning on set, Elena is giving me the stink eye, and Tait keeps looking at me and shaking his head. I really hate these people right now, and I can’t wait until I can escape to Boston, away from everyone. I’ve been avoiding all news outlets. I know they’re talking about our break-up somewhere, and I’m sure I have a million fans that would love to ease the burden of a broken heart, but I won’t give anyone the satisfaction to see how much I hurt.

At lunchtime, Elena comes over to my table and sits across from me. I glance up at her and return to concentrating on my food.

“You are going to have to talk to her. You know that, right?”