“Your visitor knew what they were doing.”
“Dammit,” I muttered. “Nope,” he said, looking around the room. I had to admit, though… she was cute as hell. A fleeting thought passed my mind that perhaps it was a surprise party on my behalf, but that was stupid. Writing out every single member of his family except someone he’d never met, though? “How long have you been out here?”
Quentin shrugged. “I guess so, but don’t worry… I’m not here to kick you out or anything. You were here before I even knew I was a Gerrard.”
“Thanks,” Quentin said dryly. “Friends of his. Go cool off.”
The angry man looked torn and pointed at the rest of his friends. “You don’t know that,” she pushed back and glanced at Helen. I knew that voice. Writing out every single member of his family except someone he’d never met, though? The den was massive, with stone pillars that reached exposed rough-hewn beams that traveled across vaulted ceilings.
