章 593: Chapter 593: The Call Of Quaid

I took a moment to slip out to the back yard, to gather my thoughts and pull myself together. The instant my butt hit the bench, I thought of Mr. Yummy Leather Pants and how this was Quaid's and my usual meeting place. Or had been. Followed by a dose of guilt and worry about him. I'd left him in a precarious position. And while he wouldn't have survived turning me in if that had been his intent after all, it really wasn't his fault I broke the law.

He'd told me in autumn, if I needed him, no matter what, he was there for me. Which made my initial worry he would tell on me anyway fade to non-existence. If Quaid was going to play rat fink, he'd have done it long before now. That look he'd given me in the corridor back at the stronghold, told me he'd known it was me all along.

And rather than sending in the cavalry to round me up, he waited in the dark, alone, to corner me himself.