She drew back. "Me? What about your insurance?"
His jaw clenched. "Itdoesn'tpay out when the customer drives."
She gave a sigh of obvious annoyance. "It's notmyfault you left the keys in the car."
Flynn said, "I thought it was a limo."
Her gaze snapped in his direction. "What!"
He shrugged. "Hey,yousaid it notme."
With a little scream, she took a flying leap in his direction. He caught her in mid-lunge and held her by the shoulders at arm's length, even as she let loose a stream of obscenities that made Jack's commentary seem tame in comparison.
I had to give her credit.That was some creative cursing.
While everyone was focused on Felicity, I looked toward Randy, who was once again frowning at the damage. Softly, I called out, "Hey Randy?"
When he turned to look, I said, "We've got some pie in the fridge, if you need to come in and make some calls."
He perked up. "Really? What kind?"
"Apple. And it's really good." I snuck a quick glance toward the house. "I, uh, just don't know how to let you in, onto the property, I mean." I knew there was a back gate, but I had no idea if was unlocked.
Next to me, Jack said, "You get the pie. I'll let him in." He jerked his head toward Randy and said, "Follow me around the side."
If the others heard, they gave no sign. By now, Felicity had wrenched herself out of Flynn's grasp. But she was still cursing. And screaming. And yeah, maybe threatening some sort of legal action that made no sense whatsoever.
I mean, can you really sue someone for jackassery?
With a sigh, I turned away. Pie wouldn't makeeverythingbetter, but it couldn’t hurt.Could it?
