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offered him a slight smile. “I’m not saying I want to hang out in dark alleys and befriend gangbangers. I just want to push the envelope a little. I don’t want to look back on my twenties and be bogged down by all of the things I
didn’t
do.”
    Tim sat quietly for a minute. “Okay, you want to unleash your inner rebel, then we’ll do it.”
    â€œWe?”
    â€œOh yeah. There’s no
way
I’m missing out on this.”

Chapter 3
    Recipe
    Sunday morning Quinn woke up more hungover than she’d ever been. Sure, she’d been known to have her fair share of drinks when she and the girls would go to a bar or a club at night, but she didn’t make a habit of drinking during the day. There was something about drinking when it was still light out that made her head hurt. Maybe it was the fact that she’d sat outside in the heat for most of the party. Or that she hadn’t had much to eat and had hydrated herself with nothing other than beer. But she had a sneaking suspicion that much of the reason she didn’t feel well was because her head had been so clouded with its own thoughts lately. Typically, Quinn was up early, opting to make the most of her time. But as the morning sun streamed in through the windows, she covered her head with the blanket in an attempt to block out any light and willed herself to go back to sleep.
    She could hear the quiet that had become a staple of her home since her roommate, Kristen, had gotten engaged and for all intents and purposes moved in with her fiancé. But her phone dinging for the second time to alert her that she’d received a text made it clear to Quinn that she’d be getting up.
Probably the girls making sure I’m alive.
And she knew they wouldn’t stop until they at least got some sort of a reply.
    She rose slowly, as if the subtle movement might literally make her head explode, and headed for the hall bathroom to get some Advil and water. When she returned to her room, she moved toward her dresser, where she usually kept her phone charging overnight. But it wasn’t there. In her drunken state, she must have forgotten to plug it in and instead left it in the clutch she’d brought to the party. Her phone dinged once more as she grabbed the purple Vera Bradley off her bed. She was sure the last ding was from one of them too. But when she slid her phone out and clicked the HOME button, there were two texts from a “Mr. Sexy.”
    Hope it’s not too early and I didn’t wake you. But I thought you might be in dire need of a caffeinated beverage this morning.
    Then there was the second text that had come through a few minutes later. Meet me at Espresso Yourself?
    Who is this? Quinn replied.
    She stared at her phone for a few moments until she saw the dots indicating that the other person was composing a reply before it came through. Lol. Who do you think Mr. Sexy is?
    Though there was no one in the room with her, she felt her face heat with embarrassment. She didn’t remember ever programming anyone’s name into her phone as “Mr. Sexy.” And that could mean only one thing: she’d done it yesterday, and now she had no recollection of it. Quinn thought back to what she could remember of the party. Tim? she wrote back.
    The reply seemed to come almost immediately. See, I knew you’d remember. Now, what about that coffee? I’m headed into the restaurant in a bit to do some inventory and make up schedules. I could meet you at 10 if that works.
    Sure. Coffee sounds good. And I didn’t actually remember. Just used a little deductive reasoning (which is actually pretty impressive given my current state). The only two guys I recall talking to at the party whose numbers I didn’t already have were you and Lauren’s grandfather. I was pretty sure I was more likely to call you Mr. Sexy than a white-haired eighty-two-year-old. Quinn figured her lengthy explanation had