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Chapter 39

Anna

As soon as Mackenzie and I entered the restroom, she grabbed my elbow and hissed, "You aresofull of it."

If she meant annoyance, she was absolutely correct. There was no one else around, not even in the stalls, and I would be blissfully alone if only she hadn't followed after me.

I yanked my elbow out of her grip. "Oh yeah? Full of what?"

"You arenotdating Flynn Archer."

It was a funny thing to say considering that we were in the middle of yes, an actual date, or more accurately adoubledate, thanks to her and Preston barging in.

I crossed my arms. "Is that so?"

"Definitely."

"And you know this, how?"

She smirked. "He doesn't even like you."

The comment hit a little too close to home. Mackenzie was right. Hedidn'tlike me. In fact, I was almost certain that he hated me.

When I made no reply, she said, "I'm right, aren't I?"

"Oh suuuuure," I said with as much sarcasm as I could muster. "We're just out having dinner because we hate each other. Isthatthe way it works?"

"It is with you two." She gave a mean little laugh. "I mean, he spent more time looking atmethan atyou."

"Yeah, because you've been in his face for the past half-hour." I gave a snort of derision. "Except for the time you spent in his crotch."

She drew back. "I wasnotin his crotch!"

"Only because you were interrupted."

With a toss of her hair, she said, "What are you? Jealous?"

"Hardly."

"Wanna know whatIthink?"

"No."

She stepped closer. "I think you're blackmailing him."

I gave a bark of laughter.Talk about ridiculous.If anything, Flynn hadmeover a barrel, not the other way around. "You're kidding, right?"

But Mackenzie wasn't laughing. "Ineverkid about movie stars."

Oh, for God's sake."Well, goodie for you."

Her eyes narrowed. "I bet you haven't even kissed him."

Once again, the comment hit a little too close to home. Still, I was determined not to show it. "So let me get this straight. You think I’mblackmailinghim to spend time with me?" I tried for a scoff. "With what, exactly?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well…" I said in my overly patient voice, "when you blackmail someone, you've got to threaten something, right?" I gave her a stiff smile. "So in this little scenario of yours, whatexactlyam I holding over his head?"