"So?"
"So you owe me."
I had to give her credit for one thing. She had guts. I gave her a look. "You sure about that?"
At this, she sighed. "You know what? For years, I've felt terrible about what happened in high school. I even wrote some letters, trying to make it right."
If so, that was news to me.
When I didn't bother with a reply, she mumbled, "Not that it helped."
I kept my eyes firmly on the road. "Got that right."
"And honestly," she continued, "it wasn't supposed to turn out the way it did."
No shit.I gave her a quick, dismissive glance. "You done?"
"I don't know. Are you?"
"Done enough."
She was quiet for a couple of beats before saying with mock cheer, "So, did Felicity like her eggs?"
"No."
The truth was, Felicity didn't stick around long enough to get a taste. After some choice words back and forth, she'd left just as quickly as she'd arrived. As for myself, I'd high-tailed from the booth the moment I'd glanced out the window and spotted Sammy giving Anna a hard time.
I wasn't rescuing her.She didn't deserve it. But hell if I'd let Sammy give Anna grief. That wasmyjob, not his.
Now, I leaned sideways and glanced at my reflection in the rear-view mirror.Shit. Anna was right. The eyewasswelling.
She might not realize it, but it was her fault. Back in the parking lot, while Sammy and I had been going at it, I'd caught her in my peripheral vision just as she'd been jostled by a big guy in a baseball cap.
I hadn't liked it.
It had cost me, too.
That one moment of inattention had given Sammy the perfect opportunity to send his fist into my face. Still, it was the only decent blow he landed, and I might've left mostly unscathed if only I hadn't cut my hand on some broken glass in the parking lot.
Turns out, rolling around on the pavement wasn't without a downside.
But I'd known that already, hadn't I?
Back in the day, I'd been smarter about such things.Had I gotten soft?Maybe. Still, it felt good to be treated like a normal guy instead of a bigtime movie star whose butt was in constant need of kissing.
By now, my ass had been kissed so often, it was a wonder it didn't have callouses.
Sounding worried again, Anna said, "Joyce didn't get in trouble, did she?"
The question caught me off guard. "Who the hell's Joyce?"
"Our server. Remember?"
I didn't remember. But then again, I'd been a little busy dealing with my ex. "What kind of trouble?"
"I don’t know," Anna said. "I just mean, if Felicity complained, I could see Joyce getting in trouble for it."
"Don’t worry. It's fine."
