It was so maddening, especially now when I was trying to keep my wits about me.
Stupidly, I replied, "Well…You'll be drinkingsomething."
From the look on Mackenzie's face, she was entirely unconcerned. I could think of only two reasons for this. Either she knew that I'd never do such a thing, or she didn't plan on consuming anything I served.
As if to prove my theory correct, she said, "Oh, I don'tneedto drink anything to enjoy the show."
The show.
That was me.
In the back of my mind, I couldn’t help but wonder if, in this little scenario of hers, she'd be bringing Preston the Banker. Didhedrink coffee?
Did it matter?
No.
In fact, none of this did.
With an effort, I stiffened my spine and said, "Fine. Come in all you want. You'll be a customer just like anyone else."
"Yes. Andyou'llbe my waitress." With a sly smile, she added, "Just think of all the fun we'll have."
I was still searching for the perfect comeback when from somewhere behind me a familiar male voice said, "No. You won't. Because she's notgoingback."
Shit.
It was Flynn.And whether he realized it or not, he'd just said the worst thing possible.
