“Yay!” Elizabeth’s smile was full and immediate; she squeezed my hand. “Although I don’t advocate love as a rule, I can honestly say yay for you and Quinn!” My head tilted to the side in a very Quinn-like gesture before I could stop the movement. “What are you talking about?” “You and Quinn.” Elizabeth sipped at her black coffee. “You are in love, Janie.” “I’m not in love! I’m in lust, I’m in deep infatuation, I’m in—in—in definite a lot of like with Quinn, but I’m not…”
