I knew exactly what he meant bythat. "If you mean 'Am I losing my mind?' the answer is 'Yes. I am.' There, are you happy?"
"I'msomething." From the look in his eyes, that something was annoyed.
Part of me couldn’t exactly blame him. I knew that I was babbling like an idiot. But theotherpart of me wanted to tell him to pull his head out of his ass and look at things from my point of view.
Then again, why would he?
He was the employer.
Iwas the employee.
It was this sudden reminder that made me say with false cheer, "Well, at least we put on a good show."
He frowned. "What do you mean?"
I recalled the small crowd that had gathered around us when I'd lost it. No doubt, there'd been plenty of cell phones pointed in our direction. For all I knew, the footage had already gone live on a bunch of social media accounts. From there, I could only imagine where it would end up.
In my mind, I could already see the headlines. On a sigh, I said the first one that came to mind. "Flynn's Waffle Waitress Flips."
From the driver's seat, Flynn said, "What?"
"Nothing. Just another headline."
And with that, I pushed open the car door, praying like hell that I had a key in my purse, because I knew one thing for certain. The doorwouldn'tbe unlocked. When it came to security, Flynn was more vigilant than anyone I'd ever met.
As I strode up the front steps, I was relieved – and stupidly disappointed – that Flynn didn't follow after me. As I moved, I dug into my purse, praying like hell that the key was there.
And of course, it wasn't.
Still, like a total dumb-ass, I lunged for the front door and gave the knob a desperate twist.
To my surprise, it actually opened. Confused, I paused and glanced toward the car. In a flash, Flynn was out of the driver's seat and striding toward me, not bothering to shut his car door behind him.
As he moved, he said, "Get in the car."
I shook my head. "What?"
"The car," he said. "Get in."
Something in his tone made my blood run cold. And yet, before I could even think to move, an unfamiliar male voice from directly behind me said, "Hey, if you insist."
I whirled to look and spotted him standing in the open front doorway. He was tall and muscular with ice-blond hair and piercing blue eyes. As I stared up at him, I felt myself swallow.Holy hell, I knew him.Or rather, I knew who he was.
After all, I'd seen his picture on the back of all those books. They were the same books that had formed the foundation for Flynn's movies – or rather the movies that had made Flynn a star.
Still, I had to wonder, what was Jack Ward doinghere?