True concern was behind those words, another reminder that Quinn had spent too much time pushing away people who could have helped her. She nodded, thinking of Tyler’s whispered comments all morning. Then she gave Adam a wicked smile. “Is Nick being good to you?”

Adam blushed. For real.

Quinn grinned and realized there might be a reason behind Nick’s being here. “Holy crap. Did you guys spend the night together?”

“Shh!” Adam reached out and smacked her on the top of the head.

“Did you?!”

He turned it right back around on her. “Did you spend the night with Tyler?”

“Yeah, in his guest room.” She hesitated, thinking of how Tyler’s evening had gone. “He’s being a gentleman. And he didn’t have the greatest night.”

“Neither did Nick. He came out to his brother and got punched in the face.”

Quinn sat up straight. She glanced at Nick and lost every ounce of vindictive joy. Now she wanted to kill his twin brother. “Gabriel hit him?” she whispered. “Are you serious?”

“Yeah. He didn’t want to go home.”

Quinn couldn’t blame him. “I wish I’d known,” she said. “I wish he’d called me.”

Then the irony of her own words smacked her in the face. Nick would probably be saying the same thing about her problems, if he knew.

She glanced across at where Nick and Tyler were sitting. They didn’t seem to be speaking. Had Tyler moved closer? She couldn’t tell. Nick almost vibrated with angry tension.

“I think I saw the last text you sent him,” said Adam, his voice easy, his words not. “I’m pretty sure it said fuck off.”

Quinn flushed as guilt punched her in the back. “Yeah—I’m not—I didn’t—”

New stretch, hands overhead, then lowering to reach for outstretched toes. “You don’t have to explain it to me.”

She didn’t follow this stretch. “I was jealous,” she said quietly.

Adam straightened and looked at her. “Of what?”

She looked away. “Of you. I guess.” She swallowed and felt tears gathering behind her eyes. “And then Nick was telling me to stay away from Tyler, and I thought it was so unfair, how he got everything and I had to just sit there and pretend to be his girlfriend, and—”

“Quinn.” Adam’s voice was low, quiet. He moved close. “Quinn, he shouldn’t have asked you to—”

“He didn’t! That’s the pathetic thing. He never asked me to. He even encouraged me to find someone else. But I didn’t want someone else. I wanted . . .”

“Him.”

Quinn nodded and looked up. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry.” He gave her half a smile. “I mean, I kinda get it.”

“Are you mad at me?”

“No.” He paused. “I wish you’d told me. Is that why you didn’t come to dance?”

She bit her lip. “That’s part of it.”