That's all?
Talk about a massive understatement.
He replied, "Said what?"
"That thing about my job."
He was silent for a long moment before saying, "Your job? What'd I say?"
Well, that was rich.
So he didn't even remember?
But of course he wouldn't. To him, it would be nothing at all, a passing statement to put Mackenzie in her place. But to me, it was something else entirely.
When I spoke again, I couldn't quite keep the bitterness from my voice. "You told her I wasn't going back, to the waffle place, I mean."
"And that's a problem?"
A flash of anger made me turn to look. "What doyouthink?"
He studied my face. "I think you're pissed off, though I can't figure out why."
"Oh, come on! Think it out." Using the same condescending tone he'd used on me back in the beginning, I said, "You're a smart guy, you'll figure it out."
But already, he was shaking his head. "I wouldn't bet on it."
"All right, fine. You've met Mackenzie. What do you think she's gonna do when she hears that I'm back at the waffle place?"
His gaze darkened. "Fuck Mackenzie."
Now, I had to laugh, but not in a good way. "Speaking of which, it's gotta be pretty nice to have the fiancé's permission."
"What are you talking about?"
"Oh, please. I mean, the way it sounds, he offered her up on a silver platter."As if Flynn weren't fending off enough girls already.
"Yeah. And I told him to shove it."
I gave him an exasperated look. "Well, you could've at least mentioned it to me."
"Yeah? And why's that?"
"Because she'smyfriend, not yours." At something in his expression, I added, "Well, I mean sheusedto be my friend."
"And now she's not." His jaw clenched. "So like I said, fuck her."
"That's easy for you to say. You're not gonna be put through the wringer when she wants waffles."
His eyebrows furrowed. "What?"
"I just wish you hadn't told her that."
"So you said."
Great. Now I was repeating myself.
When I said nothing in reply, he asked, "You feeling okay?"
