Page 661 of Cold Case, Warm Hearts

“Fascinating.”

He started to respond but was interrupted by the waitress bringing their bill. Sean handed her his credit card, and they watched her walk away.

“You know, there’s something I still don’t get.”

“Oh yeah? What’s that?”

“You and Kendall.”

She rolled her eyes. How many times were they going to keep having the same conversation? “Why do you find it so hard to believe that Kendall and I could be attracted to each other?”

He was quick to answer. “You misunderstand me. I’m not saying that. I can see why Kendall’s attracted to you. He’d have to be blind not to be.”

His compliment caught her off guard. Color rose in her cheeks, and she hoped it wasn’t blaring like a neon sign.

“I just don’t understand what you see in him.”

“I—”

He held up his hand. “I’m not finished yet. I mean, look at you. Here you are, this beautiful, wealthy, high society, big city girl, and he’s a … a …”

“A what?” Her face was beet red.

“All right. You want me to say it? I’ll say it. He’s a hick.”

“What’s the matter with you? What is it with you and Kendall? First you act like you barely know him, and the next minute I see you having an in-depth conversation with him.” Her words came out in angry bits like she’d chewed them up and spit them out. “And another thing, what makes you think I’m rich? You don’t know anything about me.”

“I know a lot more than you think.”

Her face paled. She stood and slammed her napkin on the table. “I’m going to the restroom. I’ll meet you at the truck.”

They rode in thick silence until Sean spoke up. “Look Syd, I apologize for upsetting you.”

Silence.

“My intention tonight was to mend some fences, not to make things worse between us.”

She still didn’t answer.

“I’m going to say one more thing about Kendall, and then I promise I won’t mention it again.”

She turned to look at him.

“Kendall’s a small-town boy who’s still basking in his glory days. He doesn’t care about you. Not really. You’re just a trophy to him.”

A smirk escaped her lips.

“And putting all that aside, he just doesn’t seem like your type.”

“Oh yeah, and just who is my type?”

It was his turn to remain silent.

“Are you my type, Sean O’Conner? Is that what you’re saying?”

He shifted in his seat. “Well, I’m not saying that, but you have to admit, you can do a heck of a lot better than him.”

Her arms were folded like a vice over her chest. She turned away from him to stare out the window.

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