“Wait… Tyler’s here?” I looked at Quentin. “John,” I said. Her hair was dark pink and shaved on the sides while the remainder was pulled back in a tight ponytail. He moved toward the door. He could have brought his friends back here all he wanted for all I cared, but not if he was going to be a complete asshole. His grip was firm but not to the point where it hurt; he seemed to know just how much strength to apply without coming off as a total jerk, and I matched his firmness. “It can’t be anything too dangerous,” I mused and glanced at one of the three security operatives in the cabin with us. “Marcus?” Natalie asked with disbelief in her voice. “Yeah… she looks like she needs a doctor more than some dick,” Erin muttered. “Knock yourselves out,” I said as I noticed a man rounding the corner of the door leading to the outdoor patio. “I’ve had a lot of bad luck to offset the amazing luck from the money, so at this point, I think just about anything is possible.”
Emily grabbed my hand and gave it a squeeze, giving me a tight-lipped smile; I returned it, feeling grateful to have her here with me. “I don’t think there’s any surveillance security on the premises.
