As Quinn settles into Wildstone, she discovers there’s another surprise in store for her. They’d pilfered flowers from the flower gardens lining the walkway.The inheritance isn’t a house or money, but rather something earthshattering, something that will make her question everything she thought she knew about herself, about her family. Years later as teens, they’d sneaked out more than a few times from one of the second-story windows, climbing down the oak tree to go to parties that they’d been grounded from attending — only getting caught when Quinn slipped one year and broke her arm. Once upon a time this house had been Quinn’s everything.
Compared to what she’d been through, nothing could. Torn between curiosity and a healthy sense of survival, Quinn hesitated. I located you through a mutual acquaintance.” “Who’s that? She let me know I could find you here in the mornings rather than scare you by tracking you down at your place of residence.That morning, she got into line for her fix and studied the menu on the wall, even though in the past two years she’d never strayed from her usual. Maybe it was the gray-streaked hair pulled up in a messy bun, the glasses perpetually slipping down her nose, the expression dialed into sweet but slightly harried. beach bum and aspiring actor forced to work to support his surfing habit. She didn’t want to brag, but she’d totally gotten out of bed today with only two hits of the snooze button. It means my luck has changed, so say you’ll finally go out with me.” Quinn smiled — see, she totally smile! “I’m not—” Trev piped in along with her, in perfect sync,” — dating right now,” and then shook his head. Shaking it off the best she could, she slid out of her car and forced a smile on her face. Quinn ducked a wayward bee — she was allergic — and turned to watch a flashy BMW pull in next to her, relieved to not have to go inside alone. “I like it.” “I’m not going to sleep with you.” “You should.” “Pray tell why.” “It’s been so long…” He tugged playfully on a strand of her hair. “Shut up.” “Just keep it in mind.” He took her hand back and held it as he led the flight-risk chicken up the front path. She nudged him with her hip and knocked him off balance.“You’re up, honey,” Carolyn said and gestured to the front counter. His hands worked at the speed of light while the rest of him seemed chilled and relaxed. Brock Holbrook slid out of his car looking camera ready and she couldn’t help but both smile and roll her eyes. “I’m worried you’re depressed.” This was just uncomfortably close enough to the truth to have her defenses slam down. “I should’ve bitten you harder,” she whispered, smiling at the parentals. He merely hauled her along with him, wrapping both his arms around her so that by all appearances from a fall. And suddenly it occurred to her that this wasn’t about her at all, but him. Brock had been her middle and high school boyfriend, they’d gone off to college together.She appears to have it all: a loving family, a dream job in one of L.A.’s hottest eateries, and a gorgeous boyfriend dying to slip an engagement ring on her finger. If you work at a place flipping burgers and asking what size fry you want with your order,” he said, dropping the fake German accent as he sometimes did when he lost his temper and forgot to keep it up. There were days where Quinn surprised herself with her abilities, and others where she put her keys in the fridge. And yes, she understood that at twenty-nine years old and quickly rounding the corner kicking and screaming into thirty, she was young and very lucky to have landed a sous-chef position in such a wildly popular place.