I grinned back. "Oh yeah. He wasn't in uniform or anything, but that didn't stop him from hauling the waffle-thrower off to jail."
Randy gave a loud guffaw. "Now I know you're joking."
I shook my head. "Nope."
"Man, I wish I could've seen it."
"Itwaspretty awesome," I admitted. "I mean, not that Frank was hit, but that the guy who threw it got dragged off. You should've heard him, too. He was yelling that it just happened to 'slip' from his hands."
The idiot.
My smile faded as a grim recollection hit home. Years earlier, Flynn Archer had been dragged away too. And he'd also been yelling, at least from what I'd heard.
That time hadn't been funny at all.
My gaze strayed to the front door, where he and Felicity were still talking.
Next to me, Randy asked, "So, how do you know him?"
"Flynn? I, uh, knew him in high school." I felt like I should say more, but I didn't know exactly what. The truth was, I didn't yet have my story straight, and I wasn't quite sure what I was pretending to be.
From what I could gather, I hadn't yet acquired fictional girlfriend status. For this, I was glad. It spared me the trouble of acting jealous, especially a minute later when Felicity threw herself into Flynn's arms.
As for Flynn, he looked irritated more than anything.
When his arms never closed around her, Felicity yanked herself back and said something too low for me to make out.
When Flynn's only reply was a careless shrug, she turned and gave me a speculative look. When our eyes met, she yelled out, "What the fuck areyoulooking at?"
Busted.
I hadn't meant to stare. Or, at the very least, I hadn't meant to getcaughtstaring. Quickly, I looked away, only to stifle a nervous laugh when Randy said, "See?"
"See what?" I asked.
He lowered his voice. "She's mean, just like I said."
I glanced toward to the luggage. "So, what are you gonna do?"
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"If Flynn doesn't let her in, what happens next?"
"Got me," he said. "It's never happened before."
NowthatI could believe.
But soon, the question was settled when Felicity turned and stomped back toward us. She stopped within spitting distance and glared at Randy. "Well?"
He took a small step backward. "Well what?"
She pointed toward the luggage. "Aren't you gonna load it back up?"
He hesitated. "Should I?"
She gave a little huff. "God, you're even dumber than I thought."
Enough was enough."Hey!" I said. "He is not."
