Four bedrooms, two bathrooms. My dad got the master, of course. Jess and her husband, Ryan, took one; the Terrible Two, aka my two-year-old twin nieces, doubled up in one; and I took the loft room upstairs. Where did that leave Quinn? But my sinking heart already knew. My room was the only one with a spare, unused bed. If Quinn was still here when the rest of the family finally made it in, he was going to be my roommate. Just what I needed: the guy I’d always wanted only a few feet from my bed and still untouchable.
