Chapter 56
Anna
Over dinner, I told Becka, "He issucha jerk sometimes."
She frowned. "Obviously."
I paused in mid-bite. "What makes you say that?"
"I mean you just had lunch with me a few hours ago. And now, you're having dinner with me, too."
Funny, I wasalsohaving dinner with Michelle, aka Little Miss Surveillance. Okay, maybe she wasn't sharing our table, but I could still see her, sitting alone a few tables away, pretending to be engrossed in her phone.
Across from me, Becka was saying, "So I'm guessing you needed to get away, huh?"
Did I ever.After my little spat with Flynn, I'd spent a couple of hours alone in my room before deciding that I wasn't going to spend the whole day sulking.
"I had to," I explained. "I couldn’t find the waffle mix."
She shook her head. "Sorry, I don't get it."
No. She wouldn’t.I hadn't mentioned the whole waffle thing, mostly because it was just a teeny bit embarrassing. But I hadn't been kidding about the mix.
I'd found none in the pantry, in spite of the fact we'd had plenty the last time I'd looked. And, as if that weren't suspicious enough, the waffle maker had mysteriously disappeared sometime while I'd been upstairs.
As if I couldn’t buy a new one.
"Speaking of waffles," Becka said, "did you see this?" She pulled out her cell phone and scrolled across the screen. When she found what she was looking for, she held up her phone, screen out, revealing a gossip story that I hadn't yet seen.
When I saw the headline, I didn't know whether to laugh or groan.Flynn Archer Butters Up Waffle Waitress.
Good Lord.
Accompanying the story was photo of me and Flynn. We were holding hands across the table of our favorite lunch place, a little deli with just a few tables. Funny to think, we actuallyhada favorite deli, almost like arealcouple.
As I gazed at the photo, I had to admit, we actuallylookedlike a real couple, too – the happy kind, in the first blush of true love.
At this, I almost rolled my eyes.True love? Oh, please.
Becka said, "What's the matter? Don't you think it's funny?"
I tried to laugh. "Well, I've gotta give them points for creativity."
But the truth was, the joke was getting old. Over the past few weeks, I'd seen plenty of waffle-related headlines. My least favorite?Flynn Archer Waffles Between Felicity and Waffle Waitress.
I mean, seriously, two "waffles" in one headline?
Wasn't that a bit much?
And besides, Flynn wasn't waffling at all. He didn't want either one of us – meorFelicity. But that was a good thing, right? I mean, I didn't wanthimeither.
At something in my expression, Becka said, "Hey, it could be worse. You could've been working at the Big Sausage."
On this, she had a point. This was the name of the local meat market, a shop known for having the best kielbasa in the county. I laughed in spite of myself. "Yeah, I could only imagine the headlines forthat."
"And while we're on the topic of giant dicks," Becka said, "did mom tell you? Gordon's up for an early release."
Yes. She had.But I hadn't mentioned it to Becka, because I hadn't wanted to her to worry if she hadn't yet heard.
