Page 48 of Sin for You

I only had a few minutes left of my shift, so I kept my head down, refusing to glance over to that table again, and got ready to get the hell out of there.

I walked through the bar, about to go out the back, when someone grabbed my arm.

I spun around. Dot was taking me in, looking concerned. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I just, I need to get out of here.” I patted her hand and pulled free, panic riding me.

Bull was suddenly there pushing through the crowd. He towered over me, brow furrowed. “Quinn?”

That’s when I saw Lynette behind him, right behind him. Was he taking her somewhere private? His office? My gaze darted to her and back to him. “I need to go.”

“Hang on a fucking minute,” he said, grabbing my hand.

“What?” I bit out, my heart banging so hard I felt faint.

“Are you okay?” he said, gaze raking over me, frown deepening.

“Yes,” I clipped.

“I thought you were off tonight?”

“Obviously. Now let me the hell go. I’m leaving,” I said, tone flat, and pulled my hand from his.

His chin jerked back. “What’s with the attitude?”

“It was fun while it lasted, I guess.” I shrugged. “You and Lynette have a good night.”

He frowned again. “What the fuck—”

“Don’t worry, I guarantee I’ll have no trouble finding my own entertainment for the evening.”

With that parting shot that probably had no impact at all, I squeezed through a gap in the crowd and ran out the back door to my car, leaving my bag and jacket behind in my desperation to get away. Thank God my keys and phone were in my pocket.

There was no way I wanted to hear what he had to say. Not when I was close to crying. I was done letting people hurt me, and I sure as hell didn’t want Bull seeing it.

I was backing my car out when Bull exploded through the back door of the bar. He bellowed my name and started toward me. Ignoring him, I slammed my foot on the gas and shot out of the parking lot.

God, I felt like I was going to be sick.

I truly never thought Bull would ever—could ever—hurt me.

I’d been wrong again.

Chapter Twelve

Quinn

My phone had been lit up nonstop for the past few hours. I’d ignored it, hadn’t listened to the messages or read any texts.

They’d finally stopped because my phone had died…along with my car.

I didn’t think I’d ever been this cold in my life.

Instead of going home, where Bull might try to talk to me, I’d driven around for so long that I’d run out of freaking gas. I’d parked at a rest area halfway between Rocktown and Springhaven, where no one would find me, and when I tried to leave, my car wouldn’t start. And now, not only had I been cheated on for the fifth time, I was going to die of hypothermia.

It wasn’t rational, the way I’d run off—I knew this in a distant kind of way—but every fear, every doubt I’d had about myself had felt like a weight dropping out of the sky and landing on my shoulders, so heavy the ground had collapsed beneath my feet.

I’d already been shaky after seeing that picture of Bevan and Tonya. Seeing Bull with Lynette had been more than I could handle in one night.