Minutes past. Maybe lots of them. There was no relevance of time as I sat on the edge of my hotel bed.
Quinn had left and I needed to stumble to the bathroom and get ready for the dinner party. Except, I didn’t want to go anymore.
Even though Dean wouldn’t be there I still didn’t want to go.
Thankfully a stronger part of me stepped forward. Quinn needed my help. The dinner party could possibly be the key to unlocking this mystery. Jane’s party was the first vision I had received for Quinn. I stumbled into the moist bathroom with his masculine scent lingering in the air.
Hanging in the same spot where I had hung his new clothes earlier was a beautiful red party dress. I closed my eyes allowing the emotions I felt wearing it earlier creep over me. What do I do with these feelings God? Am I allowed to have them? I know Mitch is gone and he is never coming back. I do know that. Tell me please God ... are my feelings for Quinn real or are they planted so I will help him?
Behind my closed eyelids, I felt heat flush my face. Help him? Have I helped him or have I made everything worse?
