Her eyes were glinting now. "Don't you mean with sugar on top?"
Oh, I'd give her sugar, all right.Still, through clenched teeth, I said, "Yes. Fine. With sugar on top."
Still, she made no move to hand over the key. "It doesn't count if you don't say it all at once."
Oh, for God's sake.Nearly choking on my words, I somehow managed to say, "Will youpretty please, with sugar on top, give me the key?"
"No." She gave a toss of her long, dark hair. "Sorry."
Sorry, my ass.She was enjoying this.
Well, I wasn't.
With a sound of irritation, I reached out, intending to snatch the key from her bony fingers. As I did, she jerked her hand upward, holding the key high above her head.
Dumbfounded, I stared up at the thing.What now?
She was still wearing those stupid heels, and I was in sneakers. But even footwear aside, she had at least five inches on me, which meant that the key was firmly out of my reach.
I turned to look at Jack. He was taller than her and then some.
I gave him a pleading look. "Well? Why don'tyouget it? I mean, it's right there." I jerked my thumb toward the key. "You can see it, right?"
His gaze shifted to the key. "I see it."
"So?"
"Hey, you have your approach. I have mine."
Obviously, his approach was to mangle Randy's limo. I wanted to scream. This whole thing was so incredibly stupid, like something straight out of grade school.
Already, I'd had a crappy day, and all of my worldly belongings were stuffed in one single car – a car that couldn’t even get through the gate unless that limo moved out of the way.
Damn it.
Enough was enough.
Chapter 16
Becka
I turned and leapt for the key. Missing it by several inches, I collided with Imogen and tumbled forward of my own momentum, sending me and Imogen toppling into a nearby flower bed.
She screamed. I screamed. One thing led to another, and soon, she was on top of me, pressing my back into the begonias – or whatever they were.
It's not like I was a flower expert or anything.
At a sudden flash of light, both of us froze. I looked up to see Randy standing a few feet away holding out his cell phone like a camera.
I glared up at him. "What are you doing?"
He glanced away. "Nothing."
Imogen leapt up and whirled to face Randy. "I swear to God, if you took a picture—"
Jack's voice cut through the commotion. "You'll what?"
Like a total idiot, I was still lying in the flower bed. With a groan, I pushed myself up to a sitting position and looked from Imogen to Jack.
