He smiled. "No."
I wanted to throttle him. "What?"
"No," he repeated. "That's the answer to your question."
Well, this was just terrific.Even when he was cooperating, he managed to irritate me on purpose.
Still, I wasn't about to take any chances. "Just to make sure I understand, you're saying that no, Felicitywon'tshow up tonight? Is that your final answer?"
"I don't know. Is this a gameshow?"
"I'm not kidding," I said. "I need to know."
"Yeah? Why's that?"
Did I seriously need to explain?"Because I don't want to be ambushed."
"Yeah, you and me both. But she's back on the coast, so don't worry." He glanced toward the restaurant. "You ready?"
I bit my lip.Was I?
No. Not quite.
"Wait," I said. "According to that script of yours, what phase are we at? I mean, dating-wise?"
He gave me a look. "We're not just friends, if that's what you're asking."
At this, my heart skipped a beat. "But what about PDAs?"
"PDAs?"
"You know. Public displays of affection." I cleared my throat. "I mean, you haven't forgotten that we're not…" Silently, I searched for the right way to say it.
"What, gonna fuck in a booth?" His mouth tightened. "Don't worry. Like I said, I'm not interested."
"Good," I snapped. "But that's not what I meant. I'm just saying, if we're supposed to be a romantic couple, will we be…" I felt myself swallow. "…holding hands and kissing? Stuff like that?"
Stuff like that?
Good grief.I sounded like a high schooler. But honestly, I wasfeelinglike a high schooler – all nervous and uncertain, just like I'd felt before my very first kiss.
Flynn replied, "That's up to you."
Okay, I knew that I wasn't ugly or anything, but the way he looked at me sometimes, it was almost enough to give me a complex. I muttered, "I bet you'd just 'love' that."
"Hey, I've kissed worse."
I made a scoffing sound.Gee thanks.
His gaze hardened. "You got something to say?"
"Nothingyou'dwant to hear."
"Go ahead. Humor me."
From the look in his eyes, he wouldn't know humor if it stabbed him in the face.
I said, "Okay, who?"
