him to do that…”
Melanie looked past her shoulder, and when her eyes went big, Rebecca’s words fell off. She didn’t need to turn around to know Quinn was standing there. She could feel him long before she could see him. A beat passed, then she pushed from the table. The scraping sound her chair made as she turned broke the sudden, uneasy silence of her friends, and when she twisted and caught the uncertainly in the eyes of the masterful Dom, the world around her went a little fuzzy around the edges.
“Quinn,” she managed to get out past the lump in her throat. Her glance left his face to take in his rumpled shirt and the wrinkles in his pants. How long had he been sleeping in them? She took in the deep lines around his eyes, the scruff on his chin. Her heart squeezed with the need to go to him and make it better. But she rooted herself, forcing herself not to smooth the worry from his brow, kiss away the grim line of dejection on his mouth. Reaching out to him meant going back to his lifestyle, and that was out of the question. “You shouldn’t be here.”
“Rebecca,” he whispered, his voice cracked and raspy, like he’d just swallowed a handful of nails. “This is exactly where I should be.”
“Quinn, no…”
The tender way he looked at her dissolved her words. He dropped to his knees beside her, and she took in the tension in his body as he cupped her face. His fingers tightened with care. “I need you to come with me. We need to talk.”
Chapter Three
Quinn took Rebecca’s hand in his, ignoring the buzzing phone in his pocket. His brother had been calling for days, but Quinn was in no shape to talk to him. The only one he wanted to speak with was Rebecca. He was desperate to make things right between them.
He turned to her friends. “You ladies don’t mind if I steal Rebecca away for a few minutes, do you?”
“No,” they all said in unison. He nodded, feeling a degree of relief. At least her friends weren’t trying to convince her to stay away from him. Although, after what she’d been through at the resort, he wouldn’t blame them if they were.
Rebecca opened her mouth to speak, but he put his finger to her lips. “I’m sorry, Rebecca. I’m so goddamn sorry. You have to believe me.”
She shifted in her chair. “Quinn…” Her voice sounded different, defeated.
Refusing to let her push him from her life without at least hearing him out, he rushed out with, “I take all the blame, and if you’ll give me a chance I’ll make this right between us. No matter what it takes, I’ll make it right.”
Her face softened. “It’s not your fault, Quinn. Felix tricked me into going to the castle. Neither of us could have known what he had planned.”
The world crushed in on him, his thoughts reeling from the emotional whiplash he’d been suffering since finding her blindfolded and tied to that fucking cross. He brought her hand to his mouth and just held it there as he worked to pull himself together. He squeezed slightly, and said, “It is my fault. I’m a man of my word and I asked for your trust. I promised I’d respect it. You gave it to me freely, and I let you down.” He breathed deep, his nostrils flaring as he pulled in the warm, sweet scent of her skin. “I let both of us down.”
Her friends pushed away from the table. “We’ll leave you two alone,” Sophie said.
Rebecca held her hand up to stop them and Quinn’s heart sank. She was a strong-willed woman—it was one of the things he loved about her—but she needed to hear him out. She’d come to mean so much to him and if she pushed him out of her life now, Quinn had no idea what he’d do.
“You three stay. We’ll go.”
Overwhelmed with relief, his knees gave a little as he stood and pulled her up with him. “My driver’s waiting. We can go anywhere you want. Anywhere you feel safe.”
She nodded and when they turned to go, she banged into some guy looking at her in a lewd way that