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breath. “So what you’re saying is, I decide who falls in love and who doesn’t? And what does her contribution to procreation mean? Am I responsible for matching people so they can have children and thus future generations will continue to repopulate the world?” That was crackers. Total crackers.
How could she be responsible for something so enormous? Her? A nobody ex-dreamer who worked at a bookstore? What if she did it wrong? What if she put two people together who ended up miserable?
“It’s like a dream job come true, huh, Boobs?” Nina snorted. “You with all your floaty dreams about love and the sky raining rose petals. You’re a shoo-in. See? No bad guys. No need for a good rumble where I gotta get in the mud with some freaky-deaky demon. Which means I can go.”
Demon?
But Quinn popped up from the couch without a second thought, her hand outstretched. “No!” she shouted, knocking over the cup of tea in the process. Nina leaving left her utterly panicked. “Please don’t go. I…I don’t know him. I mean, I know you know him, and I’m not saying that your friendship vouch isn’t solid. I’d never doubt your word because you leave me so terrified I want to hide under my covers, but I’m feeling very, very uncomfortable with a strange man in my apartment.”
Surely she’d pay for this moment of weakness in the way of endless snark and Nina’s cackles, but she didn’t care. If what Ingrid said was true, and Nina was the muscle of the group, then she wanted some muscle. It might sound silly to someone as confident as Nina, but she wasn’t going to stay with a man she didn’t know without a buffer of some kind.
And it had nothing to do with the fact that he was hotter than lava.
Nothing.
Especially a man who’d likely inherited his mother’s gift for making women hither and yon fall in love with him.
No, ma’am. Not on her new no-romance watch.
Not to mention, she couldn’t forget what Ingrid had said about there always being some kind of danger in these cases of accidental turnings. Did she really want to face some big angry god or goddess alone without some kind of plan B?
What would she defend herself with? Her vast jugs and miles of charm?
Nina let her head fall back on her shoulders with a groan of pure displeasure. “Oh, come on , Whiny Pants. It’s GD matchmaking, not brain surgery. It’s not like you accidentally got some rare super power the entire dark side wants. It’s hooking people up, you twit. Like this is totally your gig, Lady Lumps. Think of it as one big episode of The Bachelor where every day somebody gets a stupid rose.”
So many surprises tonight. “ You watch The Bachelor ?” Quinn squawked.
It was one of the shows she’d vowed to give up on the mental list of things she’d made as she’d packed her bags in a flurry to come home from Greece while Nina barked orders about sharp objects and no more than two ounces of fluid per flight.
“Yeah. When these two fuc… nitwits make me. I do a lot of Monday-night shifts at OOPS, and they always force me to watch under the label ‘girls’ night.’ There’s popcorn and wine and all sorts of shiz I can’t eat or drink. There’s crying and wadded-up tissues and big, girlie sighs when those heifers are chosen like cattle at a 4H fair.”
Marty sighed a raspy escape of air. “We come to keep you company. That we happen to watch The Bachelor while we do it is pure coincidence. And I hate to say it, Quinn, but I agree with Nina. This is your thing! Your moment to shine. If what Ingrid tells us is true, who knows more about romance than you?”
Oh, just everyone on the planet? She knew when to quit, and after Igor and the humiliating debacle of his infidelity with Shawna Sutter, it was blatantly obvious she didn’t know real love from a boil on her ass.
Dropping back to the couch, Quinn shook her head. “I think my record stands for itself at this point. I can’t find my own soul mate. How can I be
How could she be responsible for something so enormous? Her? A nobody ex-dreamer who worked at a bookstore? What if she did it wrong? What if she put two people together who ended up miserable?
“It’s like a dream job come true, huh, Boobs?” Nina snorted. “You with all your floaty dreams about love and the sky raining rose petals. You’re a shoo-in. See? No bad guys. No need for a good rumble where I gotta get in the mud with some freaky-deaky demon. Which means I can go.”
Demon?
But Quinn popped up from the couch without a second thought, her hand outstretched. “No!” she shouted, knocking over the cup of tea in the process. Nina leaving left her utterly panicked. “Please don’t go. I…I don’t know him. I mean, I know you know him, and I’m not saying that your friendship vouch isn’t solid. I’d never doubt your word because you leave me so terrified I want to hide under my covers, but I’m feeling very, very uncomfortable with a strange man in my apartment.”
Surely she’d pay for this moment of weakness in the way of endless snark and Nina’s cackles, but she didn’t care. If what Ingrid said was true, and Nina was the muscle of the group, then she wanted some muscle. It might sound silly to someone as confident as Nina, but she wasn’t going to stay with a man she didn’t know without a buffer of some kind.
And it had nothing to do with the fact that he was hotter than lava.
Nothing.
Especially a man who’d likely inherited his mother’s gift for making women hither and yon fall in love with him.
No, ma’am. Not on her new no-romance watch.
Not to mention, she couldn’t forget what Ingrid had said about there always being some kind of danger in these cases of accidental turnings. Did she really want to face some big angry god or goddess alone without some kind of plan B?
What would she defend herself with? Her vast jugs and miles of charm?
Nina let her head fall back on her shoulders with a groan of pure displeasure. “Oh, come on , Whiny Pants. It’s GD matchmaking, not brain surgery. It’s not like you accidentally got some rare super power the entire dark side wants. It’s hooking people up, you twit. Like this is totally your gig, Lady Lumps. Think of it as one big episode of The Bachelor where every day somebody gets a stupid rose.”
So many surprises tonight. “ You watch The Bachelor ?” Quinn squawked.
It was one of the shows she’d vowed to give up on the mental list of things she’d made as she’d packed her bags in a flurry to come home from Greece while Nina barked orders about sharp objects and no more than two ounces of fluid per flight.
“Yeah. When these two fuc… nitwits make me. I do a lot of Monday-night shifts at OOPS, and they always force me to watch under the label ‘girls’ night.’ There’s popcorn and wine and all sorts of shiz I can’t eat or drink. There’s crying and wadded-up tissues and big, girlie sighs when those heifers are chosen like cattle at a 4H fair.”
Marty sighed a raspy escape of air. “We come to keep you company. That we happen to watch The Bachelor while we do it is pure coincidence. And I hate to say it, Quinn, but I agree with Nina. This is your thing! Your moment to shine. If what Ingrid tells us is true, who knows more about romance than you?”
Oh, just everyone on the planet? She knew when to quit, and after Igor and the humiliating debacle of his infidelity with Shawna Sutter, it was blatantly obvious she didn’t know real love from a boil on her ass.
Dropping back to the couch, Quinn shook her head. “I think my record stands for itself at this point. I can’t find my own soul mate. How can I be
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