Free Just Say Yes by Elizabeth Hayley Page A

starting small,” Quinn said indignantly. “We’re working up to the big stuff.”
    â€œWhat kind of big stuff?” Lauren asked, concern clear in her voice. Even though Lauren had known about the article, they hadn’t actually discussed the types of things Quinn had included on her list.
    Quinn had the girls’ full attention. It was the first time they had been this interested in the goings-on of her life. Not because they didn’t give a shit about what Quinn did, but because Quinn hadn’t
done
anything worth giving a shit about. And she damn sure wasn’t ready to relinquish center stage just yet. “Guess you’ll just have to buy the September edition of
Estelle
and find out for yourselves,” she taunted as she pulled open the door of a clothing store and waltzed inside, leaving the girls speechless on the pavement.
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    â€œSo you going to tell me what’s
really
going on with you and Quinn?” Scott asked, spotting Tim as he bench-pressed.
    Tim exhaled a deep breath as he gave the bar a final surge upward and cradled it back onto the rack. “What are you talking about?” Tim asked as he sat up.
    â€œCome on. You’re practically glowing, you pansy. It’s gotta be her. I mean, who else could get you to make a complete ass of yourself in front of a roomful of strangers?”
    Tim bit his tongue, not wanting to sour their afternoon by reminding Scott that Tim had embarrassed himself in front of strangers too many times to count. He also wondered how it was possible that Scott was able to read him so well, considering how little time they’d actually spent with each other growing up. “It’s not a glow; it’s called sweat. Maybe you’d know the difference if you exercised something other than your mouth.” Tim stood and made his way over to the squat rack.
    Scott leaned against the machine as Tim adjusted the weight. “Fine. You don’t want to tell me? No problem.” Scott cut Tim a sideways glance, making sure he was watching before he turned on the little-brother pout.
    â€œKnock that shit off. If there was something going on with Quinn, I’d fucking tell you.”
I’d actually love to be able to tell you that.
    â€œYou kiss your new girlfriend with that mouth?”
    â€œNo. I kiss
your
girlfriend with it.”
    Scott laughed at that. “You wish, asshole.”
    Tim settled himself under the barbell and then stood straight up, giving himself a second to acclimate to the weight before squatting under it. He didn’t bother to correct his brother. While Lauren was a great girl, she wasn’t the one Tim pictured his lips on. Nor was she the one he fantasized about exploring with his hands, feeling her creamy skin sprout goose bumps as he caressed every square inch of her.
Fuck.
    â€œSo if it’s not Quinn, what is it? Some other girl?”
    â€œWhat are you giving me hell for? Can’t I just be happy to spend time with you?”
    Scott softened for a second, looking at his brother with discerning eyes before the smart-ass veneer slid back into place. “Not this fucking happy.”
    Tim racked the bar and stepped out of the way so Scott could do a set. “You may want to take some weight off. You’re not looking as spry as usual,” Tim taunted.
    â€œFuck off.”
    They were quiet as Scott completed his set. But as soon as he set the bar down, he started in again. “Fine, man. You wanna leave your little brother in the dark about your life, fine.”
    â€œOh, Jesus Christ. Since pouting didn’t work, you decided to give guilt a try?”
    Lifting one shoulder in a half shrug, Scott smirked.
    â€œListen, the restaurant’s doing well. I’m doing well. Why does there need to be more to it than that?”
    All signs of joking gone, Scott’s face sobered. “There doesn’t. I’m happy for