Boyfriend– for some stupid reason, the word sounded odd coming from someone so famous. In truth, I'd never thought of movie stars as having boyfriends or girlfriends the way normal people did.
But then again, what would I know?
I served waffles for a living.
I said, "Do you even like waffles?"
She made a sound of annoyance. "What?"
"Waffles," I repeated. "Do you even like them?"
She looked at me like I'd just suggested eating a turd. With a toss of her famously golden hair, she said, "I don't think that's any of your business."
Oh, but it was."I'm just saying, that's what they serve."
"So?"
"So, do youreallywant to eat here? I mean, if you don't like waffles—"
Felicity slammed her handbag down onto the table. "Listen, Towngirl—"
"Hey! I have a name."
"Not to me, you don't."
Desperately, I looked to Flynn.If we were truly friends, wouldn’t he be jumping in to smooth things over?As I watched, he reached out and took a leisurely sip of his juice.
Well, that answeredthatquestion.
I gave him a stiff smile. "How's your juice?"
He gave a half shrug. "Eh, it's all right."
"How about your lap?"
He looked down. "What?"
"Your lap," I repeated. "Woulditlike some juice, too?"
From beside the table, Felicity gave a little gasp. "Did you just threaten him?"
I rolled my eyes. "Oh, please. He's drinking orange juice, not coffee."
"What do you mean by that?" she demanded.
"I mean, if I wanted to damage his privates, I'd threaten him with scalding coffee, not orange juice." I glanced down to my own cup.Empty. Damn it.
With mad inspiration, I called out to our waitress, "Hey, Joyce! Could we get some fresh coffee over here? Extra hot."
Felicity gave another gasp. "Oh, my God. You're crazy."
She was right. I was. But I hadn't started out that way. Just a week ago, I'd been a perfectly sane and reasonable person.
I turned accusing eyes to Flynn. "This is allyourfault, you know."
For someone who'd just had his privates threatened, he looked annoyingly unconcerned. "Is that so?"
"Yes. It is." I looked back to Felicity. "You know what? You want my seat? Fine. I'm leaving."
