Chapter 25

Once Quinn's honey glazed lamb chops are placed on the table. I regret my choice of meal. "The weather is nice..." Quinn catches me off guard. I tear my gaze away from the tantalizing meal and find his stare trained on me. My cheeks heat up in embarrassment. I don't respond immediately. So Quinn perceives it otherwise. "I really suck in this, small talk isn't my strongest skill." He waves his phone. "I had to google icebreakers." Miriam returns with my fries; she places them in front of me. Her eyes glinting with mischief and never leaving mine. "Where is the Ketchup?" Quinn asks. "She doesn't take her fries without ketchup." He demands. Am shocked he noticed. I expect Miriam to be offended by his tone. But instead she smiles at me knowingly. "Ya' got him where ya' need him to be." She whispers to me and turns to Quinn. "I will bring it shortly." She marches away.