Chapter 122

Mark padded back into the living room.

“I apologize,” I repeated.

“Okay. Why?”

“I…I….” I gestured around the room, ending by including both of us. “This was unconscionable of me.”

“I don’t mind.”

I did. “I’d better go.”

“No, I think you’d better tell me what’s bothering you.”

“It was nothing.”

“Quinn….” He went into his bedroom and returned carrying a couple of bathrobes, one of which he handed to me. “Put it on. You’re not going anywhere.” He waited until I did. “Okay, what happened?”

“I talked to Armand.”

He became tense. “Yeah? What did that—what did he have to say for himself?”

“He wanted me to fly to France. Just…drop everything and fly to France.”

“So are you?”

“Are you crazy? I can’t do that at a moment’s notice.”

“Why not? You did when I went up to Cape Cod.”

“That was different.” I gave him an unfriendly glance. Did he want me to go to Armand? “Don’t make this any harder for me than it already is, Mark.”