Page 58 of Flipping His Script
The answer came hard and fast.Of course they did. Or at least, they would if Flynn wanted them to.
I gave him a stiff smile. "Don't worry. Your pelvis is safe."
"My pelvis," he said. "Never heard it calledthatbefore."
"Oh shut up. You know what I mean."
And now, he was studying me with that penetrating gaze of his. As he did, I resisted the urge to look away.
His eyes were dark brown with flecks of green. The combination didn't sound like anything extraordinary, and yet somehow his eyes were too compelling for words.
And whether he realized it or not, I'd seen those eyes often enough on the movie screen to know how shamefully easy it would be to get lost in them.
Funny, I was feeling a little lost now.But it wasn't my fault. For once, he wasn't eyeing me with pure loathing, and I found myself wondering what it would be like to sit together as a normal couple, or even as friends.
I heard myself say, "Just curious…why'd you come here anyway?"
"Aside from the waffles?"
"I don’t mean the restaurant," I said. "I mean Sugar Falls." I paused to think. "I mean, I'm sure you could've built a house anywhere. So why here?"
He shrugged. "Why not?"
I tried to laugh. "For an 'old friend,' you sure are secretive."
"Maybe an 'old friend' would already know."
"Exactly," I said. "Like, what if someone asks? Shouldn't I havesomekind of answer?"
"All right," he said. "Tell 'em it's none of their business."
This was no help at all. "But what if people get suspicious?"
"Don't worry, they won't."
"But how can you be sure?"
Just then, we were interrupted by our waitress, a gray-haired woman named Joyce, looking to take our order.
I'd met her in passing only a few times, but I liked her, just like I liked most of my coworkers.
And I had to give her credit. After getting over the initial shock of waiting on a bigtime movie star, she was actually pretty professional about it.
It made me think. A few nights ago, I'd waited on Flynn, too.Had I been professional?
Not really.
But then again, Flynn was a lot nicer to Joyce than he'd ever been to me. He even gave her a smile, and not one of those head-lopping smiles either.
Stupidly, I started to wonder how much he'd tip her.Six dollars? Or more?
After she left, Flynn looked to me and said, "What, no waffle?"
I'd ordered scrambled eggs and toast. I shook my head. "I think I've had enough waffles for a while."
His only reply was a silent stare.
When it continued for several long moments, I gave a nervous laugh. "Just so you know, it's your turn to say something."
