Page 217 of Flipping His Script
She had to be fucking kidding me.
Anna gave me a shaky smile. "I mean, he was probably with the other guys, so…" Her words trailed off, leaving the sentence unfinished.
I gave her a look. "So…?"
She cleared her throat. "So….He's part of the deal, right? I meanourdeal, where you agreed to let them go."
The deal was getting shittier by the second. But this was Anna – the one person I had a hard time saying no to. And I owed her more than she realized.
But didn’t she get it?
She'dbeen the target.
Of him.
I mean, what kind of twisted freak hangs out in the women's room to snag pictures of my girl?
Oh yeah. Annawasmy girl, whether she knew it or not.
She looked to the guy and asked, "Why on Earth didn't you leave with your friends?"
I said, "'Cause he's a dumb-ass, that's why."
Anna made a sound of frustration. "I askedhim, not you."
I flicked my head toward the guy's cellphone, still lying on the floor. "Check it."
"But if you let go of him," she said, "youcould check it."
Nice try.I smiled. "Or, I could shove it up his ass."
In the end, she picked up the phone and scrolled through its contents, deleting as she went. When she finished, she shoved the phone into the guy's nearest hand and told him, "Don't do that again, okay?"
When he gave a jerky nod, Anna looked to me and said, "You can let go now."
With a low curse, I did as she asked and then watched as he bolted for the restroom's main door and didn't look back.
As the door swung shut, I turned to Anna and said, "Tell me something."
"What?"
"If we find someone else, isthatpart of the deal, too?"
She glanced around as if searching for hidden reporters. Her gaze landed on the oversized trash can, and she wandered over to lift its lid. She leaned over and peered inside before turning back to me and replying, "No."
She was so cute, I could hardly stand it. "No?"
"I mean, that's it. So I guess we're even."
Even?
Not by a longshot.
