“Quinn, it’s okay, you know…to talk to him.” I shiver at the mention of doing that. “Him who?” “I’d say your brother, but we both know you don’t need permission to rip him a new one and tear that tight leash he has on you right out of his hands.” She levels me with a stare, and I know I won’t like what she’s going to say. “I’m talking about the boy you’re madly in love with, Quinn.”
