The Humvee rode smoothly along the desert highway, the light of Vegas beckoning closer and closer. Quinn was quiet, and the only noise came from the backseat, where a very bruised and very sullen Doctor Lawrence Michaels muttered the occasional semi-conscious curse.
It was Ginnie who spoke first.
“Did that really just happen?”
“Did what really just happen?” Quinn’s reply was far too innocent.
“Did we really just uses my brother’s illegal hacking skills to steal my former husband’s house, then trade it to a terminally ill drug dealer for our lives and a big, ugly truck?”
“Oh. Well.” He kept his eyes on the windshield, but Ginnie spied a little smile. “The truck isn’t that ugly.”
Ginnie rolled her eyes. “What are we going to do with Lawrence?”
Quinn’s smile grew dark. “What are my options?”
“You already gave him a black eye,” Ginnie pointed out. “And I did steal his house, so…”
“We can drop him in a hotel then. Maybe even a three-star.”
“And call the real Liv?”
“If you think she wants to be called.”
“I think she does.”
“You think so?”
“She loves him.”
“And love makes you crazy?”
“Definitely.”
***
She sounded so damned sure that Quinn knew she meant it. Not just for Dr. Douchebag and Liv, either.
That’s it.
He yanked on the wheel, hard.
Ginnie let out a surprised shriek that made him grin as he turned toward her.
“Marry me,” he said.
“What?”
“Marry me.”
She blinked, those green eyes sweetly puzzled, sweetly overwhelmed. “Quinn...”
“Now.”
“Right this second?”
“Yes. You’ve got the white dress and we’re a mile in any direction from an Elvis impersonator. Hopefully one without visible butt crack.”
“Ew. And the dress is pink, not white.”
“Semantics.”
“Colors aren’t sem – ”
“Marry me.”
“You’re crazy.”
Quinn grinned. “Just like you said. That’s what love does. Makes people crazy. And quite honestly, Genevieve, I don’t want to hear Leila the ticket agent call you Mrs. Michaels one more time.”
Ginnie smiled back. “That makes two of us.”
“So…”
She offered him an exaggerated sigh. “And I guess eloping would be better than hearing Jase tell the story of how we met during his best man speech.”
“Is that a yes?”
Ginnie’s face grew serious. “Are you sure about this?”
“More sure than I’ve ever been about anything. I love you, Genevieve.”
He saw her little shiver, and he knew he had her.
Epilogue
Six months later…
The doorbell of Quinn and Ginnie’s partially renovated, three-bedroom rancher rang out loudly.
“Third time in ten seconds,” Quinn groaned, pulling himself away from what had been shaping up to be a very passionate kiss.
Ginnie brushed her mouth over his. “Might as well answer it then. Could be important.”
“As important as this?”
He slid his tongue along her lips, then slid it inside, exploring her mouth as though it wasn’t something he did every day. By the time he was done, Ginnie was breathless.
The doorbell rang a fourth time.
“Dammit,” Quinn growled.
He stood, and Ginnie followed him to the door, her hand in his back pocket. As he opened the door, he grabbed her fingers and threaded them with his own. The simple, gold bands that decorated their ring fingers clinked together lightly.
Before they even got the door halfway open, a blur of rock-concert T-shirt and ripped jeans came barrelling in.
Ginnie jumped back as her brother shoved two envelopes into her hands.
“You have got to forward your damned mail!”
“Did you open my mail, Jase?” Ginnie replied.
“I thought the ‘G’ was a ‘J’.”
“Did you notice the last name said Mcdavid?”
“I chose to ignore it.”
“Nice to see you, Jase,” Quinn greeted dryly.
“I’m still not talking to you,” the younger man gave him a narrow-eyed glare.
“It’s been six months. And we’re family,” Quinn reminded him.
“I’ll believe it when I’ve heard the vows myself.”
Quinn rolled his eyes and took the envelopes from Ginnie’s hands.
“The first one’s a wedding invitation. A proper one. You know. The kind people get invited to?” Jase told them.
Ginnie rolled her eyes, too, then slid out the ivory card. She turned it over slowly.
“Liv and Lawrence.”
Quinn’s gaze sought hers. “You okay with that?”
“Yes.” Ginnie said, then smiled. “Better her than me.”
“I already sent the decline,” Jase stated.
“Jase!” Quinn and Ginnie said together.
“You won’t be able to go, anyway,” he told them. “You’ll be too busy vacationing in the Bahamas.
Ginnie blinked. “What?”
Quinn took the other envelope from her, flipped it open, and scanned the top.
“PJ died,” he stated softly.
Ginnie placed her hand over his and echoed his earlier question. “Are you okay with that?”
“I have to be, right?” He offered her a small smile. “I won’t say better him than me, but I made my peace already.”
“Tell her the other thing,” Jase enthused.
Quinn shot him a personal eye roll, then turned back to his wife. “He left us the house, Ginnie. The one you had your brother steal from Lawrence. It’s ours.”
A grin stole across Jase’s face as he yanked the envelope from Quinn. “And all I ask in return is that you let me give the best man speech for your vow renewal. Then maybe Quinn and I can be friends again.”
Quinn clapped him on the shoulder. “Sure we can. As soon as you’ve served your jail time for mail tampering.”
Jase’s worried eyes sought Ginnie. “He wouldn’t really turn me in would he? We’re family.”
Ginnie smiled sweetly. “It’s hard to say, Jase. Quinn is kind of unpredictable. Very little black and white with him. Guess you’d better be on your best behavior.”
And Quinn grinned a wide, toothy smile that made Jase jump.
THE END
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