Page 173 of Flipping His Script


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I hadn't seen her since that incident at the steak house, when she'd kept insisting that Flynn and I couldn't truly be a couple.

Now, she merely thought he'd dumped me.

Was that progress?

I had no idea.

I gave her an annoyed look. "Not that it's any of your business, but no. He didn't 'dump' me."

"Suuuuure, I believe you," she said in a tone that suggested otherwise. She made an obvious point to look around. "So where is he?"

I gave a silent shrug that told her exactly nothing.

She was still smirking. "So you don't know?"

I felt my fingers clench. It was long past time to turn the tables.

I gave her a smirk of my own. "What about Preston?"

"What about him?"

"Where is he?"

"Working," she said. "Heisa banker, you know."

I shrugged. "If you say so."

She frowned. "What'sthatsupposed to mean?"

"I'm just saying, I've never actually seen him at a bank."

"That's because he's in finance." She looked heavenward. "He's not like atellerat a credit union." She said "teller" like it involved scooping up poop of the human variety.

I gave another shrug. "Suuuure, I believe you."

Her gaze narrowed. "I know what you're doing."

"What?" I forced a laugh. "Asking questions?"

"No. You're trying to one-up me."

She was right. I was.After all, she wasn't the only one who could be a rude, intrusive, pain-in-the-ass.

From the look on her face, she wasn't enjoying the taste of her own medicine.

Good.

Time for another dose.

I crossed my arms. "And how do I know you're really engaged?"

With a loud sigh, she dropped her shopping bags and lifted her left hand. She gave her fingers a little flutter. Right on cue, her diamond engagement ring – which I had to admit, was pretty darn impressive – sparkled in the afternoon sun.

She said, "How'sthatfor proof?" When I said nothing in reply, her tone grew snippy. "Andthanks, by the way, for not noticing it at dinner."

She was wrong. I'd noticed the ring. It was, after all, fairly hard to miss. But things had gone south so quickly that the only thing I'd wanted to tell her was,"Get your face out of Flynn's crotch."

Now, I leaned forward and squinted at the ring. "Are you sure that's real?"