"Fine," I snapped. "But you'd better have the phone."
I ended the call and looked up. Rango was still waiting, looking nearly as disturbed as I felt.
In worse news, I was already late for work. Silently, I grabbed my purse and pushed open the car door, nudging Rango out of my way.
He was still looking a little shell-shocked. "So, uh, about that truce…"
"Fine," I said. "Whatever. A truce. Just stop calling me, okay?"
He gave a nod so vigorous, I was surprised he didn't break something.
I shut the car door behind me, locked it with the remote, and hustled toward the restaurant, leaving Rango staring after me.
I know, because I looked.
So much for my newfound self-control.
