Quinn exclaimed in surprise, "But it's past nine, Charlie! Even if you want to hurry, does it have to be now?"

"I have to go," Charlie replied.

Quinn groaned. "Do you miss Ms. Wilson?"

"Not Ms. Wilson—Mrs. Wade," Charlie corrected her.

"Nope," Quinn snorted, at once stern. "She's the third wheeler here and I'm understanding enough to let her have you."

"Yeah, yeah," Charlie sighed, knowing that there's no beating Quinn in this argument.

If he argued about first-come, first-served, Quinn wo