Unbreakable Hearts by Harper Bentley

the highlight of my day is logging on to InkedGuys.net… although I won’t complain too much about that. Those guys are fucking hot!”
    Tilly snickered.
    Then Quinn sat up with a sigh. “ Damn it, I’ve always overanalyzed every relationship I’ve ever been in, sabotaging myself so they never work out. I’m gonna die a lonely and bitchy old maid.”
    They went through this at least once every six mo nths always when Quinn wasn’t dating anyone. She’d whine about ending up alone, Tilly would tell her that they could be old maids together, knitting cute outfits for the twenty cats they’d own, which would make Quinn laugh then she’d be good for another six months.
    “You’re gonna be fine,” Tilly assured her. “The love of your life is out there this very minute just waiting on you to find him.”
    Quinn looked up at her with a pouty face. “You think?”
    “I know.” Tilly reached a hand out covering and squeezing Quinn’s.
    Quinn smiled at her sweetly, squeezed her hand back, sat up, took a sip of her wine then continued eating her dinner, crisis averted.
    “I’m the only therapist I know who gets free therapy from her non-therapist best friend.”
    “You mean I could’ve been charging you all this time? Damn! You know how much money I could’ve made over the years?”
    Quinn laughed. “Probably enough to open two more studios.”
    “I’m busy enough with the one I have,” Tilly said laughing along with her friend.
    Quinn took another sip of wine before informing Tilly with a big smile, “I’ve decided this next year is going to be our best year yet. Let’s just go for it, Till! We’re both going to find men who’ll love the fuck out of us and we’ll love them right back the same way; we’ll both spend a significant amount of time in bed with them, our jobs will take off like crazy and we’re going to be so happy it’ll almost be illegal.”
    Tilly looked at Quinn and grinned, shaking her head. While her friend’s plans sounded nice, she knew that loving a man just wasn’t in the picture for her. Not in the new year or the next fifty. She wished it was, but she knew it just wasn’t a possibility.

Chapter 5
                 
    “Troy Zimmerman’s office. Who may I say is calling?” Zim’s secretary said upon taking Graham’s call.
    “ Hi, Donna. It’s Graham Hightower.”
    “Hi, Mr. Hightower. I hope you’re well. Please hold and I’ll let Mr. Zimmerman know you’re on the line.”
    Graham listened t o several minutes of finance radio that was being piped through the line. At least he wasn’t being subjected to Muzak.
    “Graham,” Troy said upon answering.
    “Zim.”
    “What can I do for you?”
    “Heard Meegan’s pregnant. Congrats,” Graham said.
    “Thanks.”
    Hm. Graham and Zim had known each other going on twenty years yet Zim was talking to him as if he had no idea who he was. Maddox had been right about it all. And now Graham needed to fix things.
    “You got any spare time for a meet-up?” Graham asked.
    Zim let out a breath as if he were being greatly put upon. It was all Graham could do not to call the fucker out over the phone. But he’d play it cool so he could get a feel for where his associate stood.
    “I can meet you at McGee’s at seven.”
    “See you then,” Graham said , and without any further ado, hung up. It was smart of Zim to want to meet in public, he thought. Glancing at his Breitling watch, he saw that it was already a quarter after six, so he shut things down in his office, grabbed his coat and headed out the door.
    ***
    Arriving at McGee’s, Graham saw that Zim was already there, had gotten a table, and was already drinking scotch. When he reached the table, Graham told the waitress walking by that he’d take the same.
    “I know what you’re going to say,” Zim said, staring down at his drink that he held in both hands on the table.
    Graham removed his overcoat, folding it and placing it over one of the chairs at