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“Hi, Quin. Thanks for coming over,” he says.

My eyes narrow and some anger slips back into my heart. Mick is lying in a hospital room right now, lighter in the organ department because of him.

“Can I talk to you for a minute?” he asks. His voice is cautious. Calm.

Way cooler than mine.

“No.” I grip my purse strap hard with both hands. Teagan warned me about making a scene with asking Alissa questions; I’m pretty sure making a scene includes causing one in her general vicinity too.

“Quin, go talk to him. Please?” Teagan is not playing. She sounds tired and sad.

I blow a gust of hot breath up onto my forehead. “Fine. Talk.” I stare at a spot over his head. I can’t look him in the eyes right now. I feel guilty for some stupid reason.

“I’d rather do it at my place,” he says. “Bad idea,” I say. “Do it here.”

“If you guys don’t mind, maybe it would be better if you did it over there,” says Alissa, suddenly coming out of her book stupor. Her face is all pinched and snooty-looking.

My mouth d