“Quinn swallows the scream building up in her throat. “Who-who are you?” She knows. Of course she knows. But she’s always been something of a masochist and she wants him to say it, she wants to hear it out loud. “I’m sorry,” he says a little sheepishly and extends his hand. A shiny movie star Tag Heuer watch glints off his wrist. “I’m David Pierce. Rachel’s fiancé.” — How I hate cliffhangers!!!!!!!!!!1