Piper inched toward him, knowing the way his neck was kinked had to be uncomfortable. How come he hadn’t lain down with her? Because you’re an utter mess. She grunted as she stepped in front of Quinn. She was a mess. Everything had shattered around her. Her life as she’d known it. The man sleeping in front of her. Everything. She’d learned stuff about herself today that she hadn’t liked. She came to the conclusion that she was broken, devoid of emotion, shunning people from her life for the sake of remaining unselfish. She’d truly been running away from life while living. And while that realization was set firmly in her mind, she had no idea what to do about it. No idea how to fix it. And as she gazed at Quinn’s features, she was more torn about what to do about him. But she knew one thing: she couldn’t run anymore. She wouldn’t go back to the comfort of her Wisconsin funeral home to escape those normal people at the conference.
