I went upstairs, breathing a sigh of relief. I hope this didn't fuck things up. When I came back down ten minutes later, Quinn still wasn't fucking Brigitte, and he'd tucked his cock away again. He looked confused, but I think we all were at the moment.

"Can I offer you something to drink while we wait for food? Coffee, orange juice, water?"

"Water is fine."

I got water for him, Conor and Brigitte, and OJ for myself, then sat down at the kitchen table, and invited him to take a seat.

Quinn sat down and I said, "What's going on?"

"Phillipe was a fucking coward," Quinn said, watching Brigitte....