He ate the whole taco in three bites. Silently laughing at him, I wiped a crumb away from his chin with my finger. Big mouth. I took one more bite of his burrito, then handed the rest back to him.
“I forgot you guys used to do that shit,” Louie stated, flicking his finger between us. “It’s like six years apart didn’t happen. You still act like an old married couple. You two are so weird.”
I shrugged. I didn’t think it was weird. Jamie and I had always shared food. “Don’t be jealous. You want to split my taco?” A slow smirk pulled at Louie’s lips and I knew the sick bastard was going to totally misconstrue what I said. “Louie, if you refer to my vagina as a taco, I’ll kick your ass.”
He just smirked at me and quietly continued eating.
“I’m dying,” I groaned, climbing into Jamie’s car.
“No, you’re not,” Jamie said and pulled out his phone. It had started beeping as we'd walked out of the restaurant.
“I ate way too much,” I complained as I leaned my chair back to unbutton my pants.
“What’s she doing?” Louie asked from the backseat. Jamie stared at my open jeans, then his eyes traveled to mine, looking like he was moments away from laughing at me.
“Hey, these pants are one size too small and because I ate more than the both of you combined, they now feel like they’re two sizes too small. They’re cutting into my stomach.”
“We’ll have to take you shopping later. Stefan just texted saying he needs us back at the house,” Jamie announced, tapping away on his phone.
“That’s fine. I don’t think I could walk around a store right now, anyway,” I said, rubbing my stomach, hoping to soothe my food baby like an expectant mother.
“What’s going on at the house?” Louie asked Jamie.
“There’s two cops asking to speak to Maura.”
“You’re not a child, Maura. I’m not going to rub your stomach,” Jamie grumbled as we walked through the house. When we'd pulled up, there had been a gold sedan parked out front that screamed cop car. Brody had been outside before we'd even made it up the front steps and was directing us straight to Stefan’s study.
“But my tummy hurts,” I whined. It didn’t. Not anymore. I was just having fun messing with Jamie and I was warming up for what was to come. Let the games begin.
We walked into the study and I purposely ignored the two cops sitting in front of Stefan’s desk. “Daddy! Jamie’s being mean to me!” I exaggeratedly complained. My father only looked at me with a questioning expression mixed with genuine surprise for a brief moment because I’d never whined to Stefan. Ever. It wasn't something a Quinn did. And I hadn’t called him daddy since I was thirteen. Not since that fucked up summer of hell he'd put me through.
As soon as the moment passed, he played along. “What’d he do?” he asked, getting up from his desk chair to wrap an arm around my shoulders.
“I had a little too much to drink at lunch and now my tummy hurts, and he called me a child.” I made sure I slurred a bit, but not too much. Before Stefan could respond, I shifted my attention to the cops, who were still sitting in their seats, watching. “What’s going on?” I asked, pretending like I didn’t already know.
“These are detectives. They were wishing to speak with you. What for, I don’t know. They won’t tell me. Since you’ve been drinking, I don’t think today’s a good day to talk.”
“But I want to know why they’re here.” I walked over to stand behind Stefan’s desk, purposely using it to separate myself from them.
“Miss Quinn, I’m Detective Brooks and this is Detective Cameron.” The younger of the two detectives introduced them by holding out his hand. I gave Detective Brooks a flirty smile as I clumsily leaned over the desk and daintily shook his hand. Brooks dropped his eyes, the corner of his mouth curled into a smug smirk. Brooks had to be about Jamie’s age and was attractive for a cop, with dishwater hair and blue eyes. By his eager demeanor, I could tell he was still wet behind the ears. A baby cop. The other detective was seasoned, with tired lines wrinkling his face and ash colored hair. By his scowl as he glanced from Stefan to Jamie to Louie, he knew who my family was.
“Miss Quinn, when was the last time