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snorted. “I’d let him move to the front of the line. Jesus, I’m sure even a lesbian could appreciate Ewan McKenna. We should ask Darcy. She’d know the answer to that.”
    Darcy pinned her narrow eyes on her friend. “I’d say that if I were a lesbian, I might think Ewan McKenna was hot. But I sure as fuck wouldn’t touch you with a ten-foot pole.”
    Lisbeth rolled her eyes. Darcy caught Quinn watching her and winked. Quinn took a quick sip of her wine to stop from laughing. Darcy and Lisbeth had some sort of love-hate relationship that she hadn’t quite figured out yet.
    â€œSo, let’s talk about next weekend!” Erin blurted out. She had just started on her second beer, and she was already slurring her sentences.
    Rory draped his arm around his fiancée's shoulders. “It’s gonna be our biggest gig yet. Whatever the plans are, you can count me and the boys out. We’ll be practicing and setting up all day on Saturday.”
    â€œWhere is it?” Quinn asked.
    â€œBaxter University near downtown Boston. It’s the grand opening of their performing arts center.”
    â€œIt’s my alma mater,” Charlie added.
    â€œMy vote is the four of us girls get a room downtown for Saturday night. We hit up Newbury Street and Copley Place in the morning and then glam up at the hotel before heading to the show,” Erin said.
    â€œI’m in!” Lisbeth squealed.
    â€œIf I must,” Darcy grumbled.
    Quinn shrugged her shoulders. “Sure.”
    Rory, Ian, and Charlie started talking music, and Lisbeth and Erin started chatting about the stores that they all must go to next week. Darcy finished her whiskey and looked over at Quinn and shook her head.
    â€œTell me you are dreading next weekend as much as I am.”
    Quinn laughed. “You don’t like shopping?”
    â€œI like shopping. But shopping with these two”—she tilted her head toward the oblivious Erin and Lisbeth—“is like getting an enema.”
    Quinn giggled as she drank the last of her wine. Her stomach was nice and warm from the alcohol. She was right at the point where she knew she should stop, but it felt so good she definitely wanted another glass. She looked over and saw Ewan standing next to his cousin at the opposite end of the long bar.
    When he’d stopped to help her earlier in the week, he’d seemed so different than the gruff and indifferent guy she’d met that night in the alley. Maybe there was hope for the man after all. Courage swelled in her belly, and she had the sudden urge to talk to him to see if her newfound theory held any weight. A few seats had emptied out near where he was standing. Maybe it was time to order another drink.
    She looked over at Darcy. “You want another one?”
    â€œSure, thanks.”
    Quinn weaved around the closely packed tables and chairs, saying excuse me whenever she bumped into someone. When she finally reached the bar, she hopped up on the vacant stool near where Ewan was standing. Quinn plastered a warm smile on her face and was about to call out to him when she saw the stony expression on his face. He was staring down the gentleman to her left.
    Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.
    She was rethinking her brave plan when the gentleman looked her way. Small, close-set eyes assessed her. They were dark, and she couldn’t see where his pupils stopped and the irises began. His black hair was cut military short, but his eyebrows were quite large and didn’t belong on his face. Her stomach tightened at the way his gaze moved slowly down her body. She instinctually leaned away.
    â€œHello, darling,” he purred. His voice was low and slimy. He turned back to Ewan and grinned. “If you won’t let me buy myself a drink, how about I buy her one?”
    â€œNo,” Ewan growled.
    Quinn exhaled slowly. Definitely a bad idea to be there. Ewan glanced her way, and