He definitely wasn't happy. But then again, whowouldbe under the circumstances?
Not Felicity, that's for sure.Now she was crying again. Between gulping sobs, she asked Flynn, "Will youpleasejust take me away?"
Flynn gave the limo a cool glance. "Hard to do when you crashed your ride."
She gave another sob. "I mean inyourcar. You've got like ten."
Did he?I'd only seen four at the house. And one of them was the little red sports car that he'd assigned to me.
But that was hardly relevant.
Now I seriously didn't know what to do. I gave Jack a long sideways look. When our eyes met, he said, "Hey, don’t look atme. It's notmycircus."
Well, that was helpful.
I was just turning back to Flynn when I spotted movement in the trees on the opposite side of the road. A moment later, Randy staggered out of the woods, like the lone survivor in a slasher movie.
In cheerier news, he wasn't covered in blood.
Still, he looked to the limo and groaned, "You've got to be fucking kidding me."
Funny, I'd never heard him curse before. Then again, I'd never seen him in such a situation before.
Welcome to the club, buddy.
He lumbered forward and glared at Felicity. "Didyoudo that?"
She blinked. "Did I dowhat?"
He extended an arm and pointed toward the limo's crumpled front end. "That."
She straightened. "I don't appreciate your tone."
Through gritted teeth, he said, "I need to know."
She gave a toss of her long blond hair. "No, you don't."
I called out, "Yup, it was her all right."
Felicity whirled in my direction and practically spat, "This is none of your fucking business!"
No. It wasn't.But heck if I'd let Randy – or even Flynn for that matter – take the blame for the crash. After all, I'dseenher tumble out of the driver's seat.
In my best Felicity impression, I told her, "I don't appreciate your tone."
She was glowering now. "Are you mocking me?'
Why lie?"Uh, yeah. Sort of."
Felicity whirled back to Flynn and said, "Well, this is just great. First you cheat on me with her—"
Flynn cut her off. "I don't cheat. And you damn well know it."
It suddenly struck me that she was no longer sobbing. In fact, there were no signs that she'd ever been crying at all. No wonder she hadn't been all red and splotchy.She was a total faker.
Or more accurately, she was a surprisingly good actress.
As for myself, I was definitely out of my league. I eyed Randy with renewed sympathy as he approached the limo and frowned at the damage. When he finished, he looked to Felicity and said, "You know you'll have to pay for this."
