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complaining that Indy should’ve been dating him instead of his older brother.
    Indy looked up from reading. “You’ve never had a summer romance?”
    Quinn raised her eyebrows and she could see Indy scanning memories of summers past.
    “Not even as a teenager?” Indy asked.
    “I’ve never had a boyfriend over the summer. Ever. Every relationship I’ve had started
     and ended without hitting summer. Except Nick.”
    “How sad. I never realized.”
    “That’s because you were too busy with your own romances.” Indy had had a new boyfriend
     every summer as a teenager. Quinn remembered being horribly jealous and had hated
     being born the Ugly Duckling in Indy’s shadow. She hoped she didn’t still sound jealous.
    “Well, then, it has to be on the list,” Kate said.
    Quinn winced. She didn’t want to admit to her pathetic attempts at dating this past
     week. “Give me the list back so I can decide what I want to do.”
    Indy’s grip tightened on the page and she scooted farther to the edge of the booth.
     “Uh-uh. I think if we’re gonna help you, we should get to pick the things from the
     list for you.”
    Quinn made another quick attempt to grab it. “Give it back, Indy.”
    “We all know, without looking, you’ll choose the safest, most pedestrian items possible.
     The point here is to live a little. Move over here, Kate.”
    Quinn turned to see an evil grin on Kate’s face.
    “Speaking as someone who no longer has an identity beyond Kyra’s mom or Mark’s wife,
     I want you to step outside your safety zone. It’ll be worth it. It’ll be good practice.”
     Kate stood and slid to the opposite side of the booth next to Indy.
    Indy smoothed the crumpled page, and Kate pulled a small notebook and pen from her
     purse.
    Quinn felt herself beginning to sulk.
    Indy flashed a wicked smile. “Trust us. I’m your tow truck.”
    “I’m going to the bathroom.” In the hallway outside the washroom, Quinn dawdled, looking
     at the various photos and newspaper article replicas about the Great Chicago Fire
     plastered on the walls. The dim light made it difficult to see, so she stepped closer
     to the wall.
    A door opened less than a foot to her right and a man stepped out. The warm glow of
     light poured into the dark hall. He was backlit, and Quinn couldn’t see his features,
     but she had no doubt it was Ryan. His gaze landed on her and she sucked in a breath
     of surprise.
    “Quinn. Looking for me?” He pulled the door shut behind him.
    “No.” She shook her head and waited for her eyes to readjust to the dark.
    “Why are you lurking in the hall?”
    “I’m not lurking. I’m keeping myself busy while Kate and Indy plan my summer.”
    “Indy’s here?”
    Quinn didn’t need to see the smile; she heard it in his voice. The familiarity of
     her sister’s name on his tongue didn’t surprise her. The prick of jealousy poked her
     chest and she crossed her arms. That’s why Indy insisted we meet here .
    As if oblivious to her mood, Ryan put his arm around her shoulder and walked back
     into the bar. “Let’s see what’s on the agenda for the summer.”
    She felt the warmth of his hand on her shoulder and their bodies collided as they
     returned to her table. Her failed attempt to block the enticing smell of his cologne
     irritated her. She barely stopped herself from stomping back to the table. I will not make a scene. I said I wouldn’t date him, but he could’ve had the decency
     not to flirt with me when he’s interested in Indy.
    Quinn slid out from under Ryan’s touch and into the booth opposite Indy. Upon Quinn’s
     arrival with Ryan, Indy pushed past Kate and hopped from the booth. She threw her
     arms around Ryan’s neck and planted an exaggerated, smacking kiss. At least she has the courtesy to keep it on the cheek .
    “That’s a hell of a welcome. Can you teach your sister to do that?” His hands rested
     comfortably at Indy’s waist.
    She laughed and Quinn’s face