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"I don't know." she said. "But I promise you this. I'mgoingto find out." She gave me a long speculative look. "I bet it has something to do with his arrest in high school."
I tensed.She was correct, but not in the way she thought.
At something in my expression, she said, "See? You know something. I can tell."
Oh, I knew something, all right. She was getting dangerously close to the truth. Still, I replied, "Well, I guess you've got it all figured out, huh?" And with that, I turned and headed toward the main restroom door just as two other women walked in.
This totally sucked.
My little excursion had been all for nothing. I hadn't used the facilities. I hadn't washed my hands. I hadn't even gotten a moment alone.What a total waste.
Mackenzie followed after me, calling out, "YouknowI remember that day, when he was dragged off. We laughed about it, remember?"
My steps faltered, and I turned around. Technically, Mackenzie had been the only one laughing.
As for myself, I'd been horrified.
I still was.
I glared at her. "Wanna know whatIthink?"
"What?"
"I think, now that he's rich and famous, you'd probably lick his boots if he gave you half the chance."
"I would not!" She glanced away. "And besides, he's notwearingboots. He's wearing regular shoes."
"I guess you'd know," I said, "since you spent so much time under the table."
She gave another smirk. "Heysomeonehad to."
I didn't get it. "What do you mean?"
"I'm just saying, it's pretty obvious that you're notreallytogether."
And here we'd come. Full circle.
The two women were staring and not bothering to hide it. Mackenzie turned to them and snapped, "Don’t you have to piss or something?"
That was Mackenzie all right, classy to the end, even as the women scurried into a couple of stalls and slammed the doors shut behind them.
From outside the main restroom door, I could hear the clink of dishes and the hum of voices. It was just another reminder that I wasn't here to make nice with Mackenzie. I was here because I had a part to play, even if Iwasdoing a sorry job of it.
Regardless of how I felt, it was long past time for me to step up my game. Mackenzie was correct that I hadn't kissed him. I hadn't even held his hand or given him a hug for cripe's sake.
But Icouldkiss him. It would mean nothing, of course, especially to him.
He'd beenveryclear about that.
I looked to Mackenzie and said, "Are you done?"
"Not hardly."
"Too bad," I said. "BecauseIam." And then, I turned and pushed through the main restroom door, only to stop in my tracks when I saw Flynn leaning against the nearby wall.
His hands were in his pockets, and his expression was as dark as I'd ever seen it – even in the movies just before a good old-fashioned lopping.
I knew exactly why he was here, too. He was here to remind me that I was being paid to do a jobandthat I was failing miserably.
As if I needed another reminder.
Behind me, I could hear Mackenzie pushing her way through the same door that I'd just come through. She was still talking. "You know you're not fooling anyone."
It was then that I did the unthinkable.
I lunged forward and threw myself into Flynn's arms. In the sexist voice I could muster, I said, "Thereyou are." I hesitated. "Honey."
