Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57161 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57161 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Margot gave him a grateful look, and his heart fluttered in his chest. He couldn’t remember ever caring so much about a woman. He’s never been the kind of guy to take care of a woman if she was sick or hurt, but something about Margot brought that out in him. He wanted to make sure that she was comfortable; he didn’t like when she was in pain, and it just tore at his heart when she would cry. Any other woman could cry and he wouldn’t really give a shit. Well, except for his mother and sister-in-laws. Oh, and Adalyn, that little girl has her father and uncles wrapped around her little finger.
Quinn sat in silence as Margot and her family spoke in French. He didn’t understand a word, but by the somber tone, he was guessing that they were talking about Margot’s father. After a little while, Margot and her sister made dinner, with Margot mostly sitting at the table chopping up vegetables. While the women cooked, Remi took Quinn out to get a bottle of wine for dinner. They walked, since it wasn’t too far to the local liquor store.
“So has my sister driven you crazy yet?” Remi asked as they walked.
Quinn laughed. “She must drive a lot of people crazy if you’re asking that.”
Remi chuckled. “Oui, she does.”
Quinn shrugged. “She did in the beginning when we first met, but now that I know her better, she’s not that bad,” he said quietly.
“You are fond her, yes?” Remi asked curiously.
Quinn nodded. “I am,” he said, a little surprised by how quickly he answered.
“Margot is a wonderful woman. She is kind, loving, and understanding. You will not find a better woman,” Remi said confidently.
Quinn smirked. “I’m starting to see that.”
Remi studied him for a moment before saying, “I want my sister to be happy. I can see in her eyes that you make her happy.”
Quinn snorted. “I don’t know how that’s possible,” he muttered, shaking his head.
Remi cocked his head and frowned. “Non? Margot has told me all that you have done for her. She thinks you are special, plus, she said that you are the best kisser,” Remi said, trying to fight the smile that curled his lips.
Quinn groaned and hung his head. “Does she tell you everything?”
Remi laughed. “We are very close, so yes, she tells me most things. That was the only detail she gave me, thankfully. She tells Colette the details, though.”
Quinn rolled his eyes. “No wonder Colette keeps looking at my crotch.”
Remi burst out laughing. A few people passing them smiled at his outburst. Quinn smiled, too. He liked Margot’s brother; he seemed like a really great guy. Quinn was glad he was getting along with Margot’s family; it would make this trip a whole lot easier.
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Margot watched Quinn, something she constantly found herself doing more and more often. They were sitting at the kitchen table eating dinner, and Quinn was sitting across from her and next to Remi, who seemed to have become fast friends. This made Margot ridiculously happy because Quinn did not take to people easily, so for him to get along so well with her brother was something close to a miracle.
Quinn was so handsome - his brown eyes were warm and soft as he listened to her sister tell a story about when Margot was younger, a small smile playing across his beautiful mouth. Quinn was so sweet to her earlier when he propped her foot up on his lap, as she and her family talked about funeral plans in French. Margot did not think that he was aware that he was doing it, but he had sat there massaging her calf the entire time.
Quinn’s deep chuckle pulled Margot out of her thoughts. She was looking at his mouth, not realizing it. When Margot brought her eyes up to his, she found that he was looking at her, and what she saw in them shocked her. Her breath caught, and her heart fluttered frantically, because what she saw looked a lot like love and adoration. Maybe she was just seeing what she wanted to see, but Margot hoped not, she was quickly falling for him, and she would be devastated if the feelings were not returned.
Quinn’s smile faded and he dropped his gaze away from hers, and Margot sighed quietly. Even if he was feeling that way toward her, he still thought that he was not good enough for her, and he would probably never admit to it anyway. She wished she could change his mind, but she had no idea how or where to begin.
After dinner, Quinn helped Remi clean up. Margot’s mother went to be alone in her bedroom; Colette also went to her room to call one of her friends. Margot went into the living room and lay on the couch, tucked a pillow under her bad ankle, and sighed heavily. She was so tired; it was a very long day. Her ankle was throbbing, and so was her head. Her father’s viewing was tomorrow night, and his funeral was the next morning. She still could not believe that he was gone. She didn’t have any idea how long she was laying there thinking about her dad, but Quinn’s voice startled her when he spoke.