Turner set her pen down. “So let me get this straight. Jeremy’s Baby Girl was actually his best friend Roy’s fiancée?” she asked. “Yep.” Quentin shook his head. “What are the chances, right?” “And they had never met each other—even though Jeremy and Roy had been best friends most of their lives?” “Apparently. As I understand it, Roy met his girl in college when he went to Ohio State. Jeremy went to college in-state at Georgia. He only heard about her around the way—and since Roy is a playa after my own heart, he followed the golden rule of never ever carrying your girl’s picture in your wallet. Women love to go through a man’s stuff when they think you’re not looking.” Quentin glanced over his shoulder. “Except for you. I’m sure that you completely trust Reliable Reggie.” Dr. Turner’s back stiffened. “As a matter of fact, I do. A relationship is doomed if it’s not built on a foundation of trust.” He rolled onto his side and propped his head onto his hand.
