Everything Quinn does sends my heart into a tail spin. My hormones burst into flame whenever he is near. My heart has clearly decided. But I haven’t told Quinn yet. I’m trying not to be impetuous. New Mia has turned over a new leaf.
“So,” Reece says as she hands me a hot pink shirt. “New Mia is sticking around?”
She is trying to hide her surprise, I can tell. She was amazed when I told her that I don’t need to go shopping to replace my new wardrobe with another new wardrobe consisting solely of black.
I nod. “New Mia is here to stay, with bits of Old Mia thrown in. Old Mia was trying too hard to prove a few points and all she did was piss people off. New Mia has had some revelations.”
Reece raises a blonde eyebrow. “Like?”
“Like it’s okay to be agreeable. It’s okay to do things that you don’t really want to do—if those things are helping out people you love. I have to understand that my dad’s job is important and that people watch me. Gavin was right about that—I need to suck it up and do my part. But that doesn’t mean that I can’t do it in my own way. I won’t put my nose-ring back in, but I’m leaving my hair. It’s not hurting anything. I’m compromising on the clothes. I don’t feel the need to wear black, but I’m not wearing beige. Ugh.”
Reece smiles. “Hot pink is a compromise? And fingerless gloves?”
I nod. “Yes. I believe those are fair compromises.”
Reece laughs. “I like New Mia. She’s still pretty kick-ass, too.” But then she gets serious. “What about Quinn?”
I stare at her. “I like him,” I tell her quietly. “I really like him.”
She nods. “I know. I can tell. And he likes you too. So what are you going to do about it?”
I smile. “Well, there’s one thing that New Mia and Old Mia have in common.”
“And what’s that?” Reece asks.
“We both work hard to get what we want.”
Reece laughs at that and I laugh with her.
“Am I going to have to listen to you refer to yourself in the third person now for all of eternity?” she asks with a grin.
“Possibly,” I tell her. “I sort of like it. It makes me feel like the Queen of England.”
Reece rolls her eyes and hands me a pair of jeans.
“Well, come on, your highness. Get dressed.”
I pull my pants on and we wind our way down the stairs and into the kitchen. I am surprised to find my mother there, along with Dante. She’s as casual as can be about eating in the kitchen.
What the hell?
“Mom?” I look at her in surprise. She’s sitting with Dante, nibbling at a croissant and sipping a cup of coffee.
She smiles at me and she honestly looks happy.
My mother.
Happy.
It’s a crazy concept, I know.
But it seems to be true.
“Don’t look so surprised,” she tells me. “I’m not too old to change, you know. I thought about it a lot last night when I was supposed to be sleeping. You might have been right all along. I was too rigid and set in my ways. Some might even say that I was being a witch.” She pauses here, presumably waiting to have someone refute that. No one does. She sighs. “I’m probably partially to blame for you rebelling so hard. So, I’ve decided to take a page from your playbook and reassess my life. Changes will be made.”
I’m stunned.
This is amazing.
I gulp, then nod.
“Thank you,” I tell her. “I don’t know what to say.”
“There’s nothing to say,” she tells me. “Everything will be alright, Mia.”
And once again, I believe that to be true. Everything really will be okay.
“Have you seen Quinn?” I ask. My mother nods.
“He was here for breakfast. I think he went outside.”
I chat for a moment longer before I go outside to find him. Reece stays inside to talk with my mom and wait for Dante.
It doesn’t take me long to find Quinn. I just head down to the stables and there he is. He is truly in his element with that horse. That is for sure. I walk up to the fence and call out a good morning. He turns and I inhale sharply. It looks like a truck has hit his face.
“Holy cow,” I breathe. “Your face.”
He smiles. “Gee, thanks,” he says. “Just the kind of reaction I was looking for.”
He’s joking and I smile.
“Does it hurt?” I ask hesitantly. He rolls the eye that isn’t swollen.
“It doesn’t feel wonderful. But I’m okay,” he assures me.
I gaze at him, at his handsome, sexy face that is now swollen and distorted. He smiles. Or I think he does. With his cheek swollen like that, it’s hard to tell. And then he rolls his eye. The un-swollen one.
“Way to make me feel unselfconscious, tiny tot,” he tells me wryly.
I wince. “I’m sorry. It just looks painful. I’m so sorry that this happened to you. It’s my fault. That’s what I was coming to say to you. To apologize, I mean.”
He stares at me like I’ve suddenly grown two heads.
“The last I knew, Gavin was the one who attacked me,” he tells me. “Not you. So don’t feel guilty at all, Mia. It’s not your fault.”
“If I hadn’t been so confused, Gavin wouldn’t have felt led on and this entire thing wouldn’t have happened,” I tell him sadly. “It is my fault.”
He shakes his head. “Well, we’ll have to agree to disagree. But on the off chance that you’re right and this is your fault, there’s something you can do to make it up to me.”
He pauses here and grins. Or I think he does. It’s hard to say at this point with all that swelling. I choose to believe it is a grin and so I grin back.
“And what would that be?” I ask.
“You can finally teach me to swim,” he answers. “If I’m here in Caberra, surrounded by the sea, I think it’s something I should know, don’t you?”
I smile and start to nod.
Unfortunately, I don’t have time to agree because a car rolls to a stop next to the stable. A police car from Valese. I’m startled as two officers climb out and head over to us. My heart pounds, although I don’t know why. We haven’t done anything wrong.
“Quinn McKeyen?” one calls out in English.
Quinn nods. “Yes, that’s me.” He’s unconcerned because he knows that he hasn’t broken the law.
The officer pulls out a pair of handcuffs. “You’re under arrest for the assault of Gavin Ariastasis. Son, you picked the wrong boy to pick a fight with. Don’t you know who his father is?”
The officer snaps on the cuffs and I am dismayed and astounded. So much so that I hear a roaring in my ears. I’m so flabbergasted that it takes a minute for me to come to my senses and say anything.
“Don’t you know whose property this is?” I demand as I chase after them. “This is Dimitri Giliberti’s property, as I’m sure you know. I don’t think he’ll like finding out that you’ve just arrested his house guest.”
The officer levels a gaze at me.
“Miss, there’s one thing about our prime minister. He’s always fair. If his own son broke the law, he wouldn’t step in to pull any strings. He believes that the law is the same for everyone.”
I gulp because I know he’s right. Dimitri is known for that.
“But Quinn was only protecting himself,” I attempt. “I was there. I saw it. It was self-defense. Gavin started it. And I can’t believe Gavin would press charges.”
The other officer interrupts. “It wasn’t Gavin who came down to the police station today. It was his father. You’ll have to take it up with him.”
Eff.
Gavin’s father does have a temper. No one likes to cross him. In fact, it’s probably one of the reasons why Gavin has always chosen to be so laid back. He wants to be the opposite of his high-strung father.
Eff again.
“Quinn, don’t worry,” I call to him as they put him in the car. “I’m goi
ng to get Dante. And my dad, too.”
Then it occurs to me. My dad is every bit as important as Gavin’s. So I call out to the officers.
“Do you know who my dad is? I’ll have him down at the station before you can even blink. Maybe he’ll even meet you there.”
Quinn is shaking his head but I can’t hear what he is saying because the door is closed now. I’m guessing he’s telling me not to drag my father into it. But holy hell. This entire mess is my fault and I’ve never asked my dad for any favors. I think it’s about time to start.
I am watching limply as the police car rolls back out when Reece comes to find me.
“Is that what I think it was?” she asks curiously.
I nod miserably. “Yes. And Quinn’s in the backseat.”
“What?” She is as appalled as me. I tug at her hand.
“Come on. We have work to do.”
********
To my mother’s credit, she drops what she is doing to drive me to see my father. I explain the entire situation to her on the way and she actually seems sympathetic. I have no idea what has come over her, but I hope it never goes away.
And while I am going to see my father, Dante is going to see his. We both tried to call Gavin, but he’s not picking up his phone. I can’t imagine what is going through his head, other than he probably doesn’t want to go against his father.
But still.
If ever there was a time for him take a stand, now is the time.
My father is surprised when my mom and I burst into his large office in the Old Palace. He is even more surprised after I tell him why.
“Quinn? The nice boy who is Dimitri’s exchange student?” he asks. I nod.
“Yes. And he is a nice boy. What happened wasn’t his fault. And I’m afraid that if these charges go through, he’ll have to go back to America. And that’s not fair.”
My father studies me. “And you don’t want him to leave.”
It’s an observation, not a question. I flush, but I don’t deny it.
“No, sir. I don’t.”
I even call him sir.
He thinks about this and stares out this window. I’ve never asked him for any kind of favor before. I’ve never, ever played on his status or importance. Not even one time. And I think he realizes that because he finally sighs.
“Okay, Mia. I’ll talk to Dimitri. But I’ll also speak with Gavin’s father. Surely, if it is as you are saying and Gavin started it, he will see reason.”
But even my father doesn’t sound hopeful about that one. Gavin’s father isn’t known for his reason.
“The best thing you can do is go wait at the police station. I’m sure he will be released on bail today because this is his first offense, correct?”
I nod. “I think so. I’m sure it is.”
My father nods. “Good. Go wait at the police station. Your mother can bail him out.”
My mother looks a bit surprised by daddy’s willingness to help, but she seems satisfied with it. I’m overwhelmed by my parents’ behavior today and I rush at my dad and hug him.
“Thank you, daddy,” I whisper. “Thank you so much.”
I feel a tear coming out of my eye and I wipe it away. My father stares at me in surprise. I don’t usually cry in front of him. Or hug him. Or show him any emotion at all other than anger.
I smile.
“I really appreciate this, daddy.”
I leave with my mom and she drives me to the police station, a place that neither of us have ever been. I can’t even believe that my mother, the woman who just recently wouldn’t bring herself to eat in a kitchen, is now going to walk into a police station to post bail. It’s incredible. And a little funny.
I can’t help but laugh about it, and so when my mom asks what I’m laughing about, I tell her and she laughs too.
“Mia, I know that I’ve been a stuck up snob. It’s easy to get sucked into that kind of thing. And I’ll probably always be a bit of a one. You can’t completely change a person. But I’ll try to be a nicer snob. How about that?”
I feel like crying again.
But I don’t.
Instead, I smile and nod and my mother and I square our shoulders and disappear into the Community Police Station of Valese.
There’s someone I have to save.
Chapter Twenty Two
“I told you,” Quinn tells me yet again. “I’m fine, Mia. Don’t stress about this. It’s going to be fine.”
The person who I saved turned out to be quite calm when we rescued him.
When he came walking out of the back hall of the police department, I thought my knees were going to give out. His eyes met mine and I knew that I would do anything I possibly could to keep him out of trouble and in Caberra.
With me.
It was an intense moment.
And now we’re standing in the Great Room at Giliberti House. Well, scratch that. We’re not standing. I’m pacing around like a mad woman, while Dante, Reece, Quinn and my mother are all sitting. Calmly. Like rational adults.
I’m the only one acting like a lunatic.
I recently had a head injury, though, so I have an excuse.
“It’s not fine,” I tell him. Then I grit my teeth. I’ve been gritting my teeth so much that I’m giving myself a headache. “We had to bail you out of jail. If we don’t get this straightened out, they’ll send you home—for something that wasn’t even your fault.”
“Mia,” my mom interjects. “There is no use pacing around here and worrying. We have attorneys looking at this and your father is attempting to speak with Stefan Ariastasis. Perhaps he will see reason and this will just fade away.”
“Fat chance,” I mutter. “Gavin’s dad isn’t reasonable.”
“Well, perhaps he will be this time,” my mother insists. “I want you to go outside and take a walk. You should get some fresh air. You need a distraction.”
“Speaking of distractions,” Dante interjects. “My father is christening our new yacht today. It’s sort of sentimental, actually, since we’re replacing the boat we could have been killed on with a new one. Plus, our old yacht was named after my mother. And our new one is named for Reece.”
This surprises me, because I didn’t know anything about this. But then, I’ve been wrapped up in my own problems lately. Suddenly, I feel like a terrible friend.
“I didn’t know any of this, D,” I tell him. “I’m so sorry. What are you naming it?”
Dante grins, a brilliantly white smile that is full of pure adoration as he stares at Reece.
“The Sunflower.”
I have to smile. Kansas, Reece’s native state in America, is apparently filled with sunflowers. It’s why Dante is always calling her his sunflower. And I get a huge lump in my throat because this is the sweetest thing on the planet.
“That is so sweet,” I tell him. I don’t know why my eyes feel like tearing up. I’ve been so emotional lately. So again, I blame it on my injury. That injury comes in sort of handy.
“Isn’t it?” Reece asks happily. “I couldn’t believe it when he told me.”
I can believe it. Dante adores her. And I’m suddenly once again envious of their relationship. I feel ashamed of that envy though. If anyone deserves it, it’s them.
“So, we’re christening it today,” Dante continues. “And I know it seems like a bad time, but it might be a good distraction for you to come. We’re having a little party on the boat afterward for close friends and it might be a good opportunity to talk with Stefan.”
I stare at him. “That’s an excellent idea,” I tell him. I glance at Quinn. “Want to go?”
He shrugs and smiles. “Sure. Apparently, I’ve never met a party that I didn’t like.”
He’s so casual and cool and collected about everything that it makes my heart constrict. If it were me, I’d be flying off the handle and freaking out. But he’s not. He’s as calm as can be. We’re like yin and yang. Perfect opposites.
“How about we go f
or that walk now?” Quinn asks me quietly.
“Sure,” I tell him.
We leave everyone else in the Great Room as we head out the back doors into the fragrant gardens.
“Your concern for me is sweet,” he tells me as we walk down the picturesque winding stone path. I glance at him.
“Of course I’m concerned for you. I can’t believe this is happening. You can’t go home right now. You just…can’t.”
He stops. We’re hidden behind flower vines now, a good distance from the house beneath our own little canopy of white flowers. I gulp a big mouthful of the scented air.
“Is there a reason why not?” he asks huskily. “Is there a reason why you want me to stay?”
I am frozen as I look into his brown eyes.
There are hundreds of reasons. I can’t even begin to list them.
“Yes,” I say simply.
And I lean up and press my lips to his, pulling his face down to meet mine. I wrap my arms around his neck and I feel like I don’t ever want to let go. And at that realization, I pull away, breathless.
“There is a reason. It’s because I don’t ever want you to leave,” I tell him. “I want you to stay here with me. I think I’m falling in love with you.”
Quinn sucks in his breath and pulls me back to him. His lips crush mine and he lifts me up. I circle his strong waist with my legs and he holds me there, for what seems like an eternity. I am surrounded by his musky male scent and his muscular arms. I love being in his arms. So I tell him that. And he squeezes me tighter.
I kiss him until I can’t breathe.
And then I tell him that I can’t breathe.
He laughs and slides me to the ground.
“What am I going to do with you?” he shakes his head. I grin.
“You’re going to figure out how to get out of this mess and stay here with me for the rest of the year. And we’re going to date. And then you’re going to fall in love with me, too.”
I stare at him.
He stares back.
“What makes you think that I haven’t already gotten started on that?”
I smile. “Have you?”
He nods slowly. “Mia, I’ve been falling in love with you for weeks.”
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