Chapter 23

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.”

“Certainly not on Massachusetts Avenue.” I forced myself to laugh, as if it were immaterial, but I’d never heard my laugh sound so shaky.

He didn’t respond to that. Instead, he stepped away, looking up and down the street.

“Those men are gone,” I reminded him.

“I’m looking for a cab.”

“Why? I said I’d drive you home.”

“I don’t think that would be a good idea.”

“You promised me a drink.”

“You had a drink.”

“Suppose I said I wanted another?”

“No.”

“I…I see.”

“What do you see, Quinn?”

“I’ve read this entire situation wrong.” I fisted my hands at my side. Things had seemed so promising, I…My breath was a plume of white in the chill evening air. It had been a very long time since I’d made such a fool of myself. “I apologize.”