Love Unspoken

Unable to resist, Quinn stepped out of the car and ventured into the enclosure, her gaze fixed on the rescued pups.

Finn reached out and stroked the head of a golden retriever, then looked back at Quinn. "These are all domestic pets. They're all very gentle. Want to pet one?"

Quinn eyed the dogs, her expression flickering with the desire to reach out, but then she hesitated. "It's okay, they won't bite.

Look, they're not biting me," he encouraged.Quinn pursed her lips, mustered courage, and finally reached out to touch the retriever's head.Softer than she imagined, the fur was fluffy, and the dog was compliant, busy eating its food."See?" Finn said, smiling.

Quinn stepped back and watched from the fence as they herded the dogs back into their kennels, then tucked each cage under the shelters.

She gazed at the two figures busily moving about, her vision a tad blurred. They found joy in what they were doing, even without any obvious profit. It was clear to her that engaging in a labor of love could truly add vibrant hues to life's canvas.

Once they had finished up, Little Spoon stayed behind to care for the pets, and Sam grabbed the keys and approached Quinn. "Let's go, I'll drive you home," he said.

Quinn nodded.She followed Sam into the van, and he maneuvered the vehicle out of the compound toward downtown.

Quinn tilted her head slightly, admiring Sam's profile as he drove; his expression was focused. She envied the sense of liberty that surrounded him; he seemed to live life on his own terms, free to pursue whatever he desired. It was indeed enviable.

Sensing Quinn's gaze, Sam glanced her way briefly, "You okay? Not feeling well? We could swing by the hospital for a checkup if you'd like to."She shook her head hurriedly, indicating that she was fine."Oh, right, who's Alexander to you? Your brother?"Sam, though not particularly interested in showbiz, couldn't help but hear things given his family's background in the industry.

He knew about Alexander being Getty's boyfriend, so he didn't link Quinn to being Alexander's wife. The way they interacted suggested a closer kinship, perhaps a cousin or some kind of sibling-like relationship... At the mention of "sister," a bitter smile tugged at Quinn's lips.Sister...For twenty years, that's what she heard most when Alexander introduced her to others.

And after getting married, even that faded away. What she was to Alexander now, not even she was sure.