“You worry me with your lack of self-confidence, Quinn. Before you came here, were you and Ethan still okay in the bedroom?” Maggie asked, wiggling her eyebrows up and down in a provocative way.

Quinn could feel her cheeks heat. They’d always been open about everything, but now she felt uncomfortable. But Maggie was the one person she didn’t want to keep secrets from.

“We’ve had a dry spell,” she admitted.

Maggie reached over and patted her leg, then smiled widely. “Well, I think you could use a little rain, sister.”

They both laughed.

“You might be right,” Quinn said, “but right now we need to get over to the restaurant. I feel like I’m going to be sick, and I need to get to the restroom before noon.” Quinn could hear a clock ticking in her head, each second pounding after the other, moving her closer to the meeting and, finally, to some answers.

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Nineteen

The Sea House was a gorgeous venue to make a memory in. At least that was what Quinn kept telling herself as the designated time slipped by and still no one showed. It was more than forty-five minutes past their set meeting time now, and she was beginning to give up hope. She had to admit, in the last two days she’d built up quite a fantasy in her head about the possibility that she would be meeting her long-lost father and that they were going to hit it off splendidly and live happily ever after.

That fairy tale was dissolving with every minute that ticked by.

“Maybe there was a traffic accident,” Maggie said. She twirled the tiny umbrella between her fingers.

“Or maybe this was all a big joke,” Quinn replied, her eyes on the cuticle she’d just ripped to shreds.

She wasn’t too savvy about the Lineage site and didn’t know if it was possible for someone to fake a connection. Even Auntie Wang could’ve messed something up, opening her account to someone who would eventually claim to have half a million dollars waiting for her if she’d only wire them a transfer fee first. But what would he gain by not showing up?

Confusion was beginning to be her most constant companion. She was so rattled that she’d bumped into a man coming out of the bathroom. Her embarrassment was such that she was glad he wore a baseball hat and she couldn’t see if his eyes were making fun of her or not. Then, in her hurry to get away, she almost took out a teenage girl on the other side.

She needed to pull herself together.

A waiter approached and put their second round of drinks on the table.

“With an extra umbrella,” he said to Quinn, smiling down at her.