Trinity Falls by Regina Hart Page B

said, too.” Ramona crossed her arms over her chest.
    â€œWhich was what?”
    Ramona huffed. “That I will break up with you if you don’t return to New York with me.”
    Ean gave her a dry smile. “You broke up with me six years ago when you left New York.”
    â€œAnd I’ll break up with you again.”
    How would that work? “That’s probably for the best.”
    Ramona worked her mouth several times before words came out. “What do you mean?”
    â€œRamona, I’ve changed. I’m not the same guy you dated in high school. We want different things now.”
    â€œBut you want the wrong things.”
    â€œThey’re not wrong for me.”
    She marched across the kitchen and grabbed his forearms. “You’ve got to return to New York. With me, things will be different.”
    Ean pulled free of her hold. “Our relationship wouldn’t work, Ramona. We’re too different now.”
    She retreated as she studied his face. “I know my arguing with Quincy made you uncomfortable.”
    What was behind her sudden change of topic? Ean played along. “Why were you two at each other’s throat all night?”
    Ramona shrugged. “ He was arguing. I was just defending myself.”
    Ean looked beyond Ramona’s pouty expression to the temper in her dark eyes. “Since when does Quincy argue with you? In high school, he barely spoke with you.”
    Surprise wiped away Ramona’s anger. “I can’t believe you don’t know.”
    â€œWhat?”
    â€œYou really don’t know?” Ramona rolled her eyes. “Quincy’s in love with me. He has been since high school.”
    â€œWhat?” Ean’s head spun.
    â€œThat’s probably why he was angry with me last night. He knows that now you’re here, he doesn’t stand a chance with me. There’s no need for you to feel threatened.”
    Ean frowned. “I’m surprised, not threatened. Quincy’s a good guy. You should give him a chance.”
    Ramona’s eyes stretched wide. “You’re giving me to Quincy ?”
    â€œNo.” Had she screeched this much in high school? No wonder his mother didn’t want her as a daughter-in-law. “But you could do a lot worse than Quincy.”
    Ramona lifted her black purse higher on her shoulder. “Is this some sort of joke? Don’t take too long to come to your senses, Ean. You could find that you’ve lost the best thing that ever happened to you.”
    Ramona stomped from the kitchen. Moments later the front door opened, then slammed shut.
    Ean straightened away from the kitchen counter and strode to the foyer. He locked his mother’s front door, then mounted the stairs to the shower. Quincy was one of his best friends; but since Ean had returned from New York, that friendship had been strained. Was Ramona the cause of that? Did Quincy really have a crush on her in high school? Was he in love with her now? If so, why hadn’t he ever said anything?
    There was only one way to get answers to those questions. He wasn’t looking forward to the confrontation.
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    Hours later, Ean pressed the doorbell to Quincy’s two-story townhome. It was like the signal to the second round of a prizefighter’s match—the prize being a friendship he valued too much to let go. The first round in Quincy’s office hadn’t gone well. He had higher hopes for this morning, especially with the new information.
    Quincy greeted him with a scowl that ground his hopes to dust. “Why are you here?”
    Not the welcome he’d hoped for. “Are you going to let me in?”
    Quincy hesitated before stepping back.
    Ean entered the living room. He’d been to Quincy’s town house a few times during his brief visits home. The living room wasn’t large, but it was comfortable. He crossed the beige Berber carpet and settled onto the thick brown