About Last Night (About Last Night #1)(55)

Harry walked toward the beach and all I could do was watch in horror as Mia winced, mouthing a pained, Sorry.

This was not a joke. There would be no hidden cameras or celebrity host to reveal that this was all a sick prank. I’d f*cked my best friend’s baby sister. I’d taken her virginity. And she’d paid me to do it.

I walked by Mia’s side, accidentally brushing our hands together, and as if my hand were a Taser, Mia squeaked and jumped. Harry eyed his sister. His sister. Oh, shit. I’d eaten my best friend’s sister’s *. And I liked it. I was going to hell. “Relax, Mia. It’s not like Quinn’s trying to cop a feel.”

Of course, he said this as I was sipping my coffee. I proceeded to choke on said coffee, coughing till I was blue, spilling a mouthful down the front of my shirt.

Mia rushed over, napkins in hand. “Are you okay?” She started to blot the light brown stains on my pristine white tee. I uttered an annoyed, “I got it,” but she didn’t stop. I gripped her wrist tight, almost hard enough to hurt, and hissed, “I said I got it.”

As I held her wrist in a vise-like grip, she looked up at me, her pouty pink lips slightly parted, her big brown eyes shining. Goddamn her for looking the way she did. She whispered a quivering, “I’m sorry,” and I think we both knew she wasn’t apologizing for my shirt.

I dropped her hand. “No harm done.” I said it, but it was a blatant lie. The damage was abundant. I’d likely lose my best friend over this. And that pissed me off.

Harry was all the family I had. I didn’t want to be alone again. The thought of losing the one person who stood by my side all these years was enough to cause a stabbing pain in my chest. I absently rubbed at it. How was I supposed to fix this?

I thought about it, and the truth of the matter was devastating.

I couldn’t fix this.





Chapter TwentySix



Mia




If looks could kill, Quinn would’ve had me six-feet under ten times by now.

Damn it all to heck. I was supposed to tell him! I was meant to do it in my own time!

You know what? This is all Harry’s fault.

Yes! Let’s blame Harry. I like that. Let’s roll with that. Good.

I sat at the very end of the bench, looking out into the ocean while licking at my ice-cream cone. That was the only thing keeping me going—crap-loads of sugar and iced cream in a chocolate waffle cone.

The guys spoke while I tried to ignore them. Well, it was more Harry who spoke and Quinn grunted his responses. But then Harry asked, “How was your date last night?” I heard the emphasis he put on the word date and my stomach lurched, pausing mid-lick.

Quinn paused then grunted, “Fine.”

Harry dug deeper. “What do you mean fine? Was she okay-fine, or was she smoking-fine?”

Quinn’s lip curled at my brother. “She was fine. Just fine.”

My brother laughed. “Okay, so she was dead-fish-fine?”

And without meaning to, I yelled a defensive, “Hey!” at the same time Quinn growled, “Hey, watch it!”

Harry made a face and held up his hands, palms forward in a placating gesture. “Geez, you guys are too sensitive. I was kidding…sort of.”

I glanced at Quinn and caught his eye, quickly looking to my brother. “You don’t know her. Just because a girl doesn’t put out, doesn’t mean she’s a dead fish.”

Quinn smirked, responding a cruel and taunting, “Who said she didn’t put out?”

My heart raced. It might’ve been one of the only times I had heard of Quinn responding to something with anger in his voice, especially to hurt. Then it occurred to me…I really don’t know Matt Quinn.

I don’t know him at all.

Harry ignored Quinn’s comment and replied to me, “You’re right, Minnie. I don’t know women like that though, but I’m sure they’re out there. Unfortunately, all the women I know use their…” he coughed meaningfully, “…charms to get what they want.”

I looked Quinn dead in the eye and uttered a hushed, “I would never do that.”

He snorted and rolled his eyes. Harry nudged my arm, an expression of confusion crossing his face. “I know you wouldn’t, kid. You’re good people.”

I bit the inside of my cheek, standing. “I think I’m just going to go home, Har. I’m not feeling the best.”

Quinn’s derision disappeared in an instant, replaced with concern as he searched my face. Harry eyed me good. “Yeah, you’re a little pale there, sunshine.” He checked his watch then stood. “Shit, I gotta get to work. The bars stop for no one.”

Harry tried to feel my forehead, but I slapped his hand away, scowling at him. “Who are you, my mother?”

He huffed out a laugh. “Bite your tongue.” He checked his watch again. “Hey, I’m gonna have to drop you off then race over to work. Let’s go.”

I shook my head. “I can catch the bus. I know the route like the back of my han—”

Harry was already shaking his head to say no, when Quinn’s rough voice cut in. “I’ll take her.”

Harry’s expression turned relieved. “Seriously? Thanks, man. I owe you one.”

But Quinn kept his burning gaze on me. “No problem.”