The Denver Alpha
Quinn waves, greeting me with a warm smile.
“Hey Q, how’s it going?”
I can’t help but laugh at Jax’s loud protests as Quinn runs off with his phone, the video bouncing as she does.
“Oh, ya know,” Quinn sighs, shutting herself in the bathroom and leaning back against the door as Jax’s muffled gripes continue from the other side. “Same ol’, same ol’. Getting ready to head up to the squad complex for a workout. I keep telling Jax not to worry about you, but you know how he is.”
Bab Populer