Our Love

Wade

I punched the steering wheel when I got back into the truck. "Fuck!!" I roared. I knew Ben was a piece of shit. A decent cop at best, but a horrible excuse for a man. He was a love em and leave em kind of guy and most likely tonight, he was going to do that to Quinn. I was such a fool. Starting the engine as I cursed myself, I headed out toward Grant's needing to vent.

"I guess your date didn't go so well?" Grant opened the door, motioning me inside. He was dressed in gym attire, looking like he may have just returned from there.

"It went fine. She agreed to get the contracts pushed through. No more dates." I shrugged before flopping down onto the sofa.

"I'm surprised she gave in so easily." He stopped for a moment. "Want a beer?"

"Sure." I made myself comfortable on the couch and thanked him for the beverage. "I'm surprised she did too, honestly. I'm hoping this is it though."

"Me fucking too, man." He threw back a sip. "Your Dad has been riding my ass about Scholts and I'm sick of it. It'll be nice to not hear about it anymore."

"Speaking of work. How's everything?" My attempt at subtle was pathetic.

"You mean how's Quinn?" He raised a brow as he pressed the bottle to his lips.

"I was just being polite and asking about work." I responded before downing the remainder of my beer.

"Uh huh. Well, now that this Scholts deal will go through, work should be a breeze. Quinn is a great asset. She's not bad on the eyes either so it definitely helps the work day." My grip tightened on the beer bottle as Grant spoke. He was smirking so I knew he was trying to get under my skin, to get a reaction out of me. "I know she was going on a date with Stevens tonight, lucky asshole."

"You can shut it anytime now, man."

Grant threw his head back in laughter, before he could respond to me his phone started going off. "Speak of the angel." He winked as he answered. "Hey Quinn." I couldn't help but glare at him the entire time he was on the phone, waiting impatiently to find out why Quinn was calling him. Last I saw she was headed home with Ben.

Grant stood, pocketing his phone and sitting his bottle down on the table. "Come on loverboy, your girl needs some company."

*

"Why are we picking Quinn up from Carrie's?" I asked just before we pulled into their driveway.

"She just said she didn't want to intrude on Carrie this evening. Who am I to not be a shining knight coming to her rescue?"

"Dude, would you fucking stop with that shit." I growled as I watched Quinn make her way to his truck. She was still wearing the black dress she'd had on earlier, looking sexier than I remembered. The tint on his vehicle dark enough she didn't notice me in the passenger seat. When she opened the door she squealed in surprise, quickly covering her mouth.

"Wade! I'm sorry. I didn't..."

"It's ok. Here, let me switch." I hopped out, holding the door for her to get in. She nodded nervously before taking the seat. I hopped in the back, ignoring the smirk on Grant's smug face as he backed us out.

"So, what's up with Carrie?" Grant asked.

"Oh.. I.. I heard some interesting sounds when I went to unlock the front door."

"Interesting sounds?" Grant and I asked in unison.

"Mmhmm. Moans." Quinn giggled sweetly. "I glanced through the front window and sure enough, Natalia was..." she cleared her throat. "Natalia was between her legs. I thought it best if I just left instead of interrupting their reunion."

"What?! Why didn't you say that when you called?! I'm about to head back and look through that window!" Grant cried out with a laugh earning him a swat on the arm from Quinn. "Why were you home so early anyway? Date no go well?" He glanced over at her.

I leaned forward in my seat, head in my hands. I had no desire to hear how her date with Ben Stevens had gone. I was however glad that she didn't have a nightcap with him after all. I could feel a hot flush come over me as she began to speak about their evening.

"Ben Stevens is nice enough." I could see her fidgeting in her seat. "Just not nice enough for me."

"Thank God." I muttered to myself.

"What was that Wade? I'm sorry, I didn't hear you." Grant smiled in the rearview mirror. I quickly gave him the bird and sunk back in my seat.

"How was your date?" Quinn asked, a slite bite to her tone.

Grant had to choke back a laugh, shaking his head as we pulled into his driveway. This was turning out to be an interesting evening.