Chapter 15

He wasn’t trying to fool Quinn, nor could he have. Arthur was most likely armed to the teeth just like Quinn would be as soon as he left his trailer.

They embraced each other quickly, and Arthur held onto his shoulder to look at him properly

“You grew up good, kid.”

“Thanks. You don’t look bad yourself, Uncle Arthur,” Quinn said, and the slight tension around Arthur’s eyes relaxed.

“You have coffee in this castle of yours?”

Quinn scoffed. “I’m a MacGregor, aren’t I?”

Soon enough, they sat at the table, the laptop set aside, and sipped at their coffees.

“Do you ever visit him?” Quinn blurted out, then internally cursed himself.

“No. I tried for a couple of years, but he doesn’t want anyone to come. He won’t reply to letters, either.” Arthur tapped his fingers on the side of the mug as he gathered his words. “The only one I think he’s replied to was the divorce papers your mother sent him.”