**Quinn's POV**

I quickly answered Grayson's call once I was outside the restaurant.

After all, I didn't want to risk Anton overhearing our conversation. It would drive him crazy if he found out I was talking to our boss's favourite ice hockey player.

"Quinny, where are you?"

I looked around before answering, "I'm at the chicken restaurant. Actually, there's something I want to tell you."

"Chicken restaurant? Do you want to eat chicken? You can ask me and I'll definitely buy it for you."

I ...