Chapter 79
Anna
Whatever he was thinking, it was making me nervous. Ever since Flynn and I had walked into the restaurant, he'd been all over the place – relaxed one minute and angry the next.
Oh, it's not like he'd directed any of that anger atme. In fact, he'd been scarily polite, thoughtful even. But now I could literally feel the anger, coming off him in dangerous waves as I sipped nervously at my wine.
Something was definitely going on.
And whatever it was, it couldn’t be good, not for me, anyway.
I took another glance around, wondering if I was due for another ambush. Already, I was regretting coming here at all, which totally sucked because, like too many other times over the past week, this hadalmostfelt like an actual date.
Pathetic, I know.
Probably, I should've insisted on going to the steakhouse instead. I wasn't a huge steak fan, but they did have those giant booths, the ones you could get lost in – or more accurately, hide in.
But instead, here we were, smack dab in the middle of the restaurant, at a table where everyone could see us. Even now, I could feel the stares burning into the back of my head, the side of my face, and even my legs, which felt way too twitchy under the table.
Damn it.MaybeIwas the one all over the place.
It was official. Flynn had made me crazy.
His voice, surprisingly tender, interrupted my thoughts. "Anna."
I almost jumped in my seat. "What?"
"Tell me."
"Tell you what?"
"What's wrong?"
"Me?" I tried to laugh. "Nothing. What's wrong with you?"
His mouth tightened. "Trust me. You don't wanna know."
Nowthatmade me pause. "Yes, I do."
He looked at me for a long moment before saying, "All right. The thing is, this arrangement, it didn't work out the way I thought."
I tensed.And there it was, the ambush I'd been waiting for.
Funny, I'd been expecting the usual kind of ambush, where a reporter accosted me in the ladies' room. But instead, I was getting something else entirely.
Still, I tried to look on the upside.At least he was being nice about it.
With a lame attempt at a smile, I replied, "Yeah. I know."
He didn't smile back. "No. You don't."
He was wrong. I got it. Really, I did. I held up a hand. "Look, I don't need an explanation, okay? I know that last night wasn't—"
"Forget last night."
I tried to laugh. "If only I could."
"All right, don't forget. But like I said, I oweyou, not the other way around."
