Love Unspoken

"Yo, why you bouncin' so fast?" a voice called out.

Quinn whipped around, recognizing that voice. There was Alexander, hobbling out with a cane.

Her fingers tightened up, and she shot a quick look at Walter.

Walter had this smile, but his eyes were cold. "Well, if it ain't Mr. Kennedy. Been a minute. What happened to you?" he asked, eyeing Alexander's bum leg.

Alexander shrugged. "Pretty embarrassing, really. First time here, got lost, and a dog bit me."

Then he added, "Seems like you know this place well, Mr. Smith. Maybe you can look out for me."

Walter caught the dig and grinned wider. "Tough break. If you know it's dangerous, better head back. Next time, it might not just be your leg," he said, a hint of threat in his voice. Alexander shot back, "Can't do that. My wife's still here. Can't leave her with all these dogs around, right? What if they bite her?"

Quinn was just about done with their bickering.

Amanda, meanwhile, was confused. 'What dogs? The shepherds here don't bite,' she thought.

sneered, "Your leg's busted, and so's your brain. Where's your wife? Or do you think every woman

had enough. "Cut it out. Let's

her hand. "Alright, Mr. Kennedy, we're out. Later," he said,

Quinn's wrist

to Alexander. "What are

on like a

"Mr. Kennedy,

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pried Alexander's hand off, using a lot of force

Alexander winced in pain.

having a silent showdown, and Quinn felt like her wrist was about

Alexander let go, and Walter

Alexander stumbled back and hit the

If Walter hadn't

to help Alexander. "You okay?" she