Page 71 of Flipping His Script
Chapter 27
Flynn
From the driver's seat, I gave Anna a long, sideways look. As far as her question, I had a good reason for not telling her.
I hadn't known– just like I hadn't known about Felicity thinking – wrongly, I might add – that she could fire the guys who'd been working on my house.
As far as the waffle place, Felicity's appearance had been a surprise to me, too – and not a good one. After I'd refused to let her into my house, I'd been counting on her pride to send her scuttling back to the coast.
Turns out, she wasn't as proud as I thought.
Or maybe she just had a hard time taking no for an answer.
Either way, I hadn't been happy to see her. After all, there was a reason I'd built my new place up here in Northern Michigan. And it wasn't to bring the Hollywood bullshit along for the ride.
Anna said, "Well? Why didn't you tell me?"
"Because you didn't need to know." Yeah, it was a shitty answer, but already, she'd made me think too much for one day.
There she was, sitting in the passenger's seat, looking too fucking good, even with blood on her shirt and that little frown pulling down the corners of her sweet mouth.
But it wasn't just her appearance that was distracting the hell out of me. It was her attitude about Sammy. I'd known him in juvie. We hadn't been friends. But we hadn't been enemies either.
As far as the scene in the parking lot, I'd known up-front that he wouldn't back down, just likehe'dknown that I couldn’t let that whole "pussy" comment slide.
That wasn't me.
And it never would be.
Was I a dick?Probably. Still, I didn't want him fired. And in spite of what Anna thought, I hadn't wanted to make a pregnant chick work extra shifts either.
I made a mental note to call the restaurant and remind the manager that it would behisass on the line if it wasn't squared away.
Now Anna was saying, "You know what you should do?"
I was still thinking. "What?"
"You should invite them over for dinner."
What the fuck?"Who?"
"Sammy and Carla." Her voice picked up steam. "Just before you came outside, Sammy mentioned that Carla's a huge fan. I bet she'd really love to meet you."
"Oh yeah? Wanna know whatI'dlove?"
"What?"
"Some peace and quiet."
"Is that a hint?"
"I don't hint," I said. "I’m telling you, I'm done talking."
She scoffed, "That's whatyouthink."
"Meaning?"
"Meaning you didn't say two words on the way out."
