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Chapter 28

Flynn

Anna was sitting at the kitchen table. When I came in, she glanced up from her cell phone. "Do you realize, this has gotten like a million hits?"

I didn't ask what she was watching. From the look on her face, I knew. It was the footage of me and Sammy going at it in the restaurant parking lot. Turns out, the scene was a getting more attention than it deserved.

On the upside, I'd promised the restaurant some free publicity. And they'd gotten it, all right, even if it wasn't what I'd had in mind.

Between the footage of Felicity barging in unannounced and the video of me and Sammy fighting outside afterward, the waffle joint had scored some serious airtime.

With her eyes glued to the phone, Anna winced. "Ouch." She was wearing a little pink T-shirt and black shorts. The shirt clung to her curves in a way that made me want a closer look.

Her outfit wasn't obscene, but my thoughtswere. Like a dumb-ass, I'd actually dreamed of her last night.

In my dreams, she'd been wearing a lot less than that.

What the fuck?

She looked up and frowned. "Did you have to hit him so hard?"

By now, my eye was swollen mostly shut. Good thing I wasn't in the middle of filming. Because if Iwere, there'd be hell to pay with the director, the producers, and shit, even the makeup people.

But the only thing I had to worry aboutnowwas looking like a mugging victim in my own kitchen.

Still, as the saying went,"You should see the other guy."

It was the day after the fight, and I'd just woken up in search of orange juice or whatever. It was barely seven o'clock, and I'd been betting on Anna still being asleep.

Turns out, I bet wrong.

"So," she said, "did you?"

"Did I what?"

"Have to hit him so hard."

"Hell yeah."

"But why?"

"Because he swung first."

"Yeah, but only because you goaded him into it."

When I said nothing in response, she lifted a hand and made the same "bring-it-on" motion that I'd made to Sammy. With an impudent smile, she said, "Remember?"

I didn't smile back. "What, you want me to hit you?"

Her smile vanished. "No."

"Then you might want to use another gesture to get my attention." Yes, it was a threat, but it was as hollow as the plot of the latest unwanted script I'd received from my agent. The truth was, I'd never hit a girl – not even Anna Burke, who some might say had it coming.

She said, "I wasn't trying to get your attention. I was reminding you what you did to Sammy."

"You mean before I saved his job?" True to my word, I'd called the manager last night and made it plain that the restaurant owed Sammy, not the other way around.

In the end, I'd gotten a raise for him and some paid time off for his girlfriend – not that I'd be sharing those details with Anna.