Selfishly, I was hoping to have more time afterward with Quaid. I didn’t want to focus on the whys or what it meant that I couldn’t seem to let this connection go, but Torin’s presence would kill any chance of privacy. My brain seemed to be adamantly rejecting the idea or putting a halt to this fling we were having—or whatever it was. Hadn’t I told Torin that morning that two times was a rodeo and three was a commitment? I was walking a thin line between hookup and… something else.
