Where She Lies

Chapter 30: My Innocent Criminal

"So," Quinn says in between bites of his chicken, "Are you really sure that the public will view me as...Safe?"

"I'm certain," I beam at him from across the table, "Especially after this interview. I can't wait to get it over with, that way people will know what a nice guy you actually are. And just remember, I'll be there with you the entire time."

"How could I forget that you'll be there? You're on my mind twenty-four seven. I hope that didn't sound creepy." Quinn chuckles.

"It didn't," I laugh along with him, "That was sweet."

"Almost as sweet as this pie?" Quinn points his fork full of apple pie at me.

"Almost." I smile and eat the pie from the fork.

I start laughing again when Quinn stares at the end of his fork in shock. His shocked expression then turns into a pouty face and that sends me over the edge.

"That was mine!" He whines.

"Well then, maybe you shouldn't have waved it in my face."

"Touche."

"It was really nice of Camden to pull some strings and get us free food from the diner." I take a sip of my coffee.

"Yeah." Quinn nods in agreement and shoves another piece of pie at me.

"Although," I scrunch my nose up, "I don't get how you can go from eating chicken one moment to eating apple pie the next."

"Eh," He grunts a typical guy like response, "Hey, so when's Trevor supposed to get back? I want him to be here for the interview too."

"He left about a half hour ago, he should be getting back soon."

I grab my coffee and stare at it as it resides in my hand. I quickly notice myself frowning and I try to stop, but I can't.

"What's wrong?" Quinn's voice laces with concern.

"We just watched Esmee die right in front of us, and we hardly reacted - except for Trevor."

He puts his fork down and reaches across the table, grabbing my hand that's tightly wound around the coffee.

"We've all been effected, it's just different for all of us. Trevor liked Esmee since high school, it'll be harder on him, trust me." Quinn says calmingly.

"Yeah," I shake my head, "Yeah, I guess you're right."

He leans back in his chair and smiles at me before digging back into his piece of pie.

"I'd tell you not to worry," He waves his fork at me again, "But I know that won't work, heck, it wouldn't work for me either."

I eat the pie off of the end of the fork and send him a lopsided grin.

"And what did I tell you about waving food in front of my face?"

He simply sticks his tongue out at me and goes back to eating.

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I sigh and flip through the pages of Tempted  by P.C. Cast and Kristin Cast. I simply love the House of Night  series, especially Stark, Stevie Rae, Darius, and the main character, Zoey. I love all of the characters and the storyline, but I'd say those four are my favorite. I decided to continue reading this book after I found it in my bookshelf. I remembered that this was where I left off before all the madness happened. Earlier before I started reading I also gave Quinn the full tour of my house - after we ate in my kitchen. Even after the second time he never learned his lesson and I kept stealing his pie. However, I'm going to do the dishes since I think that it's only fair. I mean, the first dinner I ever had with him in my house consisted of me stealing his pie. Of course I'm going to feel a tiny bit bad, not much though. I shift around on the couch and glance at the front door from where I'm sitting. Where on earth is Trevor? He was supposed to be back hours ago. Quinn's taking a shower and getting ready for his meeting right about now. He was worried about Trevor but I told him not to worry about it and that I'd watch for him. I'm technically keeping my promise since I keep glancing at the door every once in awhile, but I'll most likely get sucked into my book. When I'm in my reading mode nobody can disturb me, I probably wouldn't even notice him come in. Or if I'm in the middle of a mind ramble - like right now. Ugh. The door knob to the front door twists and the door creaks, causing me to mark my book and close it. I watch as Trevor walks through the door holding four bags and two paint cans. I lie my book down on the coffee table and give him a 'WTF?' look.