Where We Belong (A Touch of Fate #1)(70)
I shrug my shoulder and pop a bite in my mouth. "I don't know. It just hasn't happened," I mumble.
She leans back, crossing her arms over her chest. Quinn can read people better than anyone I know and she can smell a lie from a mile away, which is how I know that I haven't gotten away with my little fib.
"Fine," I say, throwing a chunk of my bread at her face. She bats it away playfully before it can smack her in the head. "It's hard to get to that point when Max is around. When he's awake, we're always waiting for him to walk away so we can steal a kiss, and when he's asleep, we only make it so far before something happens to stop us."
"Interesting." She keeps lapping at her sundae before waving her spoon in a gesture that clearly indicates I should continue.
I sigh, pushing my half-eaten lunch to the side. "Okay. For example, the other night, Ty was watching TV so I decided to jump in the shower after I put Max to bed. Well, Tyson slipped into the bathroom, climbed into the shower with me and we started making out. His hands were everywhere and it felt so good," I say, rolling my head back. "At least it did until Max started banging on the door, which thankfully Ty had locked on his way in. So there I was standing in the shower with Tyson's hand between my legs, two seconds away from—" I lean down and whisper, "—the best orgasm ever." I sit up and Quinn laughs. "The poor guy hadn't even been touched and there was Max, bangin’ on the door."
Thank God, this time Ty didn't freak. Nope, we've been interrupted so many times that he was cool as a cucumber. I, on the other hand, was not. Tyson merely laughed, dried himself off, and pulled his pants on, while I squeezed past the bathroom door in my robe and stuttered my way through a quick conversation with Max.
"So what happened?"
"Max had to pee, and then he wanted a drink of water. By the time I got him back in bed and took a shower, our flame had officially been doused."
Quinn clicked her tongue several times. "You guys need some alone time."
"Um…HELLO! You don't think I know that?" Tyson's birthday is in five days and I would love to get some alone time with him. Unfortunately, mom and dad already have plans that night, so I was kind of hoping I could rope either Quinn or Levi into watching Max for me.
"Harley," Quinn purses her lips. "Why didn't you just ask? You know I'm always more than happy to help out with Max." Christ, I love this girl.
"Thank you, Quinn." Reaching across the table, I give her hand a firm squeeze. "It's hard sometimes for me to ask for help, especially from you and Levi. You're both still single and have your own lives."
When my head drops, she snaps her fingers in front of my face, and I look at up her. She's smiling, her eyes dancing with amusement. Well, I'm glad she finds this amusing.
"Harley, you and Max are part of my life—end of story. It doesn't matter if I'm single or attached. Someday, if I find someone—"
"Wait. What happened to that mystery guy you were telling me about?" I can't believe I forgot to probe her about that.
She waves her hand dismissively. "Nothing. It didn't go anywhere."
Seriously? That's it? She's going to have to give me more than that. "Who was it?" I ask, leaning into the table.
Her eyes study me for a beat, and then she looks down and shoves a bite of ice cream into her mouth. "It was Mason," she mumbles, swallowing hard.
My eyes widen and I scoot forward in my seat. "What? You and Mason?" Honest to God, I had no idea they even had a thing for each other. "How long were you guys..." I trail off and her eyes snap to mine.
"Not long. Really, it was nothing," she says, her voice flat. Her eyes bounce around the room and when they land back on me, I notice the spark that's normally there is gone.
My heart squeezes inside my chest. Quinn may come off rough and tough but deep down she's a sensitive—soul, she just doesn't express it that well. "Quinn, if it was Mason, then it wasn't nothing. Mason doesn't do nothing."
She nods slowly, but doesn't say a word. I can tell by her rapid blinking and the shoveling of ice cream into her mouth, that she's trying to keep from showing any emotion. "Quinny." Reaching across the table, I try to grip her hand, but she pulls away before I have the chance.
"I really don't want to talk about this, okay?" Her chin quivers and I relent, not wanting to push her too far.
"Okay," I nod. She takes a deep breath, blows it out slowly, and just as quickly as she disappeared, happy Quinn resurfaces.
"Okay. So like I was saying before you so rudely interrupted me," she shoots me a wink, "someday, if I find someone—"
"When," I interject, and she rolls her eyes in response.
"If I find someone, they'll have to be okay with the fact that you and Max are a package deal." A lump forms in my throat. Hands down, I couldn't ask for a better girlfriend than Quinn.
"So, when do you want me to watch him?"
Clearing my throat, I ask, "Can you keep him this Friday? It's Ty's birthday and I was hoping—"
"Done!" she declares, beaming at me. "Want me to keep him for a few hours, or do I get to keep the handsome little devil for the night?"