Chapter 16
Anna
With long strides, Flynn left the front bedroom and once again brushed past me, this time heading toward the stairway. Without bothering to look back, he said, "We're old friends." And then, almost as an afterthought, he added, "For now."
I scrambled to keep up. "Wait,who'sold friends? You and me? Or you and whoever's out there?"
Without breaking stride, he said, "You'll figure it out."
Well, that was helpful.
But soon, he didn't need to explain, because when we reached the front door, his visitor was already coming up the front walkway.
From the open doorway, I sucked in a breath.Holy hell.It washer– Felicity Saint Cloud. She looked just as beautiful as she did on-screen, and I couldn't stop myself from staring.
Her hair was long, golden, and lush. Her face was angelic perfection, with big blue eyes, stunning cheekbones, and full sensual lips. She was wearing a silvery blue dress that shimmered when she moved, like it was sprinkled with fairy dust or enchanted by a secret spell.
At that moment, I swear if she sprouted angel wings and fluttered toward us, I totally would've believed it.
Idling in the driveway behind her was a long, dark limo. Its horn was still blaring.
Felicity turned and hollered out, "Hey! Dipshit! You can cut the noise! He's at the door!"
I stiffened.Woah. That's not how she sounded in the movies.
In the movies, she was all sweetness and light. But there was no sweetness in her voice now as she added, "And bring in the luggage! I'm not paying you sit on your fat ass!"
With a frown, I looked toward the limo. When the driver's side door opened, I was doubly surprised to see that the driver was a guy I knew from working at the waffle joint.
His name was Randy, and yes, hedidlike a good waffle as much as the next person. And okay, maybe he wasn't the skinniest guy on the planet, but he wasn't a freak of nature either.
I felt my gaze narrow.Maybe Felicity didn't look so angelic after all.
As Randy hustled to the rear of the limo and threw open its trunk, I looked back to Felicity, only to freeze when I realized that she'd stopped on the porch and was staring straight at me.
Her eyes narrowed to slits. "Who the hell are you?"
"I, um." I gave Flynn a sideways glance before blurting out, "Old friend." I paused. "I mean, me and Flynn, we're old friends. From high school, I mean."
At this, her lips formed a sneer. "Oh, so you're atownie." She said the word "townie" like was something you'd catch off a toilet seat.
I looked to Flynn and said through gritted teeth, "Aren't you going to introduce us?"
He didn't.
Instead, he looked to Felicity and said, "What are you doing here?"
She gave him a sunny smile. "I came to surprise you."
Flynn looked toward the limo, where Randy was unloading suitcase after suitcase. Flynn called out, "Don't bother. She's not staying."
Randy stopped in mid-motion and gave Felicity a questioning look.
She didn't see it, because she was far too busy staring at Flynn like he'd just slapped her silly.
She moved forward and said in a hushed voice, "But of course I am."
"No," he said. "You're not."
