TITLE: The Some Day List
GENRE: Contemporary Romance
The obnoxious buzzing causes Quinn to sit up in bed. What the hell? Some idiot must be trying to reach one of their friends and hit the wrong doorbell. She flopped over agin, hoping they'd figure it out quickly. Another buzz, the extended version this time. She got out of bed and stomped downstairs. At the intercom she asked, "Who are you looking for?"
"Quinn, babe, it's me. Let me up."
Nick? "What are you doing here?"
"I came to say Happy Birthday."
She sighed and buzzed him in. Nick always had genuine moments of being sweet. Of course, it would've been nice if he chose to be sweet at nine o'clock in stead of two a.m. She couldn't complain to much. How many other women could claim their ex-husbands remembered their birthdays?
She swung the heavy metal door open and Nick stood leaning against the wall in his usual James Dean, I'm-too-cool-for-everyone stance. He straightened and handed her a bouquet of roses. So much for sweet. She hated roses. The rotten smell they emitted as they died off made her stomach turn.
Nick leaned in and kissed her cheek. "Happy Birthday."
The stench of whiskey burned in her nostrils. Drunk again. She should've known. Even after all this time, she still wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt. Knowing he'd been drinking meant he came for only one of two things: he was in trouble or he wanted to get laid.