Chapter 71

I could have died, and he would probably have married one day and had children, but it wouldn’t have been with me.

“It didn’t happen, Mark. We’re together. Forever.”

“Forever.”

Just then, three men pushed off from the bar and sauntered across the dance floor to a small stage. One sat behind a drum kit, another sat at the piano, and the third placed himself behind a bass that was almost as big as he was. They talked among themselves for a few minutes, then began playing “Satin Doll.”

“This is nice, isn’t it?” Quinn leaned against me.

“Yeah, it is.” I tipped his chin up so his eyes met mine and hummed a few bars of a song I wasn’t sure he’d recognize.

He tilted his head and smiled. “Of course you can have this dance, Mark.” He stood up and held out his hand.

I closed my fingers around it and let him pull me to my feet, but instead of leading me to the dance floor, he crossed to where the trio played.