Chapter 53
Flynn
When I woke the next morning, Anna was already up. I knew this because the house reeked of something new and disturbing.
I sat up in bed.What the hell?
I found her in the kitchen. She was sitting at the table, looking cute as ever in a little white T-shirt and pink shorts. She was eating waffles and looking surprisingly happy about it, too.
Judging from the smell, I saw nothing to be happy about.
I stared in heavy-eyed silence as she popped the last bit of waffle into her mouth and greeted me with a cheerful good morning.
I saw nothing to be cheerful about either.
Yesterday had been a total cluster, including that scene at the restaurant. By chance, I'd been driving downtown when my secret source had texted to warn me that a camera guy was going in hard after Anna.
I'd reached the place just in time to catch Ronnie and his camera lurking outside the women's restroom.
Maybe that kind of thing happened on the coast, but I didn't like it happening here. And I especially didn't like it happening to Anna, which only pissed me off further.
I wasn't supposed care.
But I did.
Which, of course, made me act like a total shit yesterday.
Now from the kitchen table, she was saying, "I made extra waffles if you want some."
I didn't deserve waffles. I deserved a kick in the ass.
Still, I glanced at the table.
No waffles.
Judging from the smell, this wasn't a bad thing.
Sounding too damned cheerful, she explained, "Yours are in the oven, keeping warm."
I gave the oven a wary glance before returning my attention to Anna.Why was she being so nice?I didn't deserve it, not after yesterday.
Now it was just past dawn, and I was off my game. I'd slept shitty and had spent any hours Ididsleep dreaming of Anna. In half of the dreams, she was being hunted down by screaming reporters. In the other half, she was being hunted down by me – naked.
What the fuck?
When I said nothing in reply, her chin lifted in an obvious challenge. "I ate all ofmine."
I eyed her plate.Yeah, she had.All that remained now were remnants of syrup and melted butter.
I replied, "Good for you."
With a smile, she said, "Well, breakfastisthe most important meal of the day."
I didn’t smile back.Why the fuck was she so happy?
Iwasn't happy.
I was pissed. And tired. And seriously messed up in the head, because whether I wanted to admit it or not, I was actually glad to see her smiling.
