Chapter 30

Quinn

“Not even a hello, huh?”

“Answer me," Troy growled. "What took so long?”

What the hell was going on with him today? “I didn’t take the phone out of the box until it started ringing.”

“Raf told me he gave you the phone half an hour ago,” Troy snarled on the other end. “How long does it take you to open a box?”

“I didn’t know it was already set up, and I was talking to Missus Lowry.”

“About what?”

“Woman things. What’s going on?”

He sighed dramatically, and I could just picture him tousling his thick hair, making it all messy. “I’m just checking in with you.”

“Why? Are you afraid I’ll run away?”

“Try to out-run Raf, I dare you.”

“Am I your prisoner?” I teased.

“Yes,” he said in a deadly calm and dangerous voice. He clearly was in no mood to play around. “I already told you that you’re not going anywhere.”

Maybe this strange control thing of his was the reason so many women ran from him. “Well…you can relax. I don’t really feel like running away today. Maybe tomorrow.”