Professor's Virgin Complete Series Box Set

"Yes. Sorry, Mother."

"Is that Owen bum with you?"

Quinn looked at me. Empathy made her eyes darker. Then her lips quirked up, my conspirator from our high school days. "No. I haven't seen him. Maybe he's up in Sienna's room."

We heard Mrs. Thomas's footsteps on the stairs. "Well, if he hasn't left and comes skulking down here, tell him I'm looking for him. I'm going to give him a piece of my mind. Everyone knows he was never right for our Sienna."

"Sienna loves, I mean, loved him," Quinn said. Her voice faded.

Mrs. Thomas ignored her daughter and stomped back upstairs. "Sienna loved a challenge. What a waste. Speaking of waste, stop messing around with that stupid game. You have a chance to visit with Sienna's friends."

It was as if Mrs. Thomas sucked all the air out of the room. Quinn was deflated, and I could tell her mind was on her sister. I felt the weight settling back on my shoulders. It took too much strength to lift my arms and restart the game. The other players disappeared as we stayed offline.

"I'm so sorry, Quinn," I said.

She did not say a word, just leaned against my shoulder. I slipped my arm around her and pulled her close. I tried to sweep her hair back to see her face, but she buried it against my suit. I pressed my cheek against the top of her head and held her.

Quinn's breath was ragged, but she did not cry. "She couldn't have meant it. It had to be an accident."

"Your mom was right. Sienna was a shooting star."

"Sometimes, I hated her for it," Quinn said. "She was always trying to change me, make me better, make me more like her. I tried. I just wasn't good enough."

"She was wrong to try to change you," I said. I hugged Quinn tighter. "You didn't do anything wrong. You loved your sister, and underneath it all, she loved you, too."

"We should have known. Everyone thinks it. My mother told me last night I should have done something," Quinn said.

"What could we have done? How could we have known? Sienna never shared her plans for herself. She only told people how to play their parts."

I was angry again. Sienna threw us into this horrible drama without a second thought. She had never thought about anyone but herself.

"I was going to be the nurse to her surgeon," Quinn said. She sat up and swept back her hair. It smelled of rose water.

"And I was supposed to be the trophy husband to her successful career woman," I said.

"Except you were supposed to go off and coach little league or join the Rotary Club. Not go and get professional sponsors to play video games," Quinn said.

"Yeah, I went off script."

"Me too," Quinn said. "I almost failed gross anatomy. You should have seen Sienna's face when I bombed the practice final."

"What are we going to do without Sienna here to organize us?" I asked. My arm was still around Quinn's shoulders. I didn't let go.

"Sit on the couch and play video games," she said with a weak smile.

We settled back, Quinn tucked into the crook of my arm, and restarted the game. Upstairs, the funeral reception continued. People shared stories of Sienna the perfect, Sienna the ambitious, Sienna the bright ray of golden sunshine. In the basement, we tried to forget how she hurt us, her death most of all.

#

It was easy to ignore everything else. Quinn was tucked under my arm. She fit perfectly. Dark Flag was open on the wide screen television. It had to be alright for us to disappear for a while. The upstairs world could go on without us.

"Have you seen the Black Fields?" I asked.

I felt Quinn's head shake then nestle in closer. "No. Could you show me?"

"Wanna get away for a while?"

"Exactly."