Chapter 34
Anna
From the passenger's seat, I gave Flynn a sideways glance. There was something I was desperate to know, but I dreaded the prospect of asking.
Already, we were pulling into the restaurant's parking lot, and my nerves were getting the best of me. It didn't help that as usual, we'd barely spoken during the drive.
From behind the wheel, Flynn said, "If you're gonna do it, now's the time."
I almost jumped in my seat. "What do you mean?"
"Whatever it is, just say it."
Damn it.I'd never been good at hiding my thoughts. Still, I hated the idea of letting him think he could read my mind. "Maybe there's something I want toask," I said, "but that's not the same thing."
He scoffed, "Nice try."
God, what a smartass.
I turned in my seat to study him. He was dressed in dark tailored pants and a gray button-down shirt, open at the collar. His hair and face were pure perfection – well, other than some lingering bruising around his eye. But eventhatjust made him look more rugged and interesting.
Talk about unfair.
From head to toe, he looked like exactly what he was – someone way too rich and famous to be slumming it at Ember's Steakhouse, even if itwasthe second-best restaurant in the city.
The nicest one – an Italian place just down the street – was closed on Sundays.Thank God.It's not that I hated Italian, but the seating inthatplace was wide open with no booths or quiet alcoves to hide in.
But the steakhouse – from what I recalled anyway – had a lot of dark, dimly lit booths that would offer at least a smidgen of privacy. For this, I was glad – and not because I wanted to dine alone with Flynn Archer.
In truth, I was dreading the prospect more than I cared to admit. If this played out anything like our breakfast at Pinkie's, it would be an unmitigated disaster.
Into my silence, Flynn said, "So are you gonna ask or not?"
Mister Polite strikes again.
"All right," I said. "I guess I’m just wondering if Felicity's going to show up."
"Why would she?"
"Well, she showed up at the waffle place. And it was pretty obvious you knew in advance."
"Obvious, huh?"
"Well yeah," I said. "I mean, it's not like you were surprised to see her."
"And you know this, how?"
"I was there, remember? And besides, you didn't deny it."
"Yeah, and I didn't admit it either."
"So?"
Already, he'd parked the car and cut the engine. Without bothering to look at me, he said, "So if I were you, I wouldn’t be so sure."
What a joke."If you were me, you wouldn’t be here at all."
"Meaning?"
