Page 230 of Flipping His Script
Epilogue
Anna
His voice was tender in my ear. "You've got to get up."
I rolled over and mumbled, "But I don't want to. You come back to bed."
His lips brushed the top of my head. "Later."
I gave a dramatic groan. Three full months had passed since the movie premiere, and we were back in Sugar Falls, where we'd been keeping surprisingly busy. I never did return to the waffle place and was pretty sure that I never would.
Thanks to Flynn's generosity, all those debts that had been weighing me down for years were now completely gone. Over my initial objections, Flynn had insisted on paying them off, telling me that it washisfault I'd acquired them in the first place.
Personally, I didn't see it that way.Didn't he know?Whether it had been his intention or not, he'd rescued me plain and simple, evenbeforeour little arrangement.
Now, from beside the bed, he said in coaxing tone, "I made waffles."
My eyes snapped open. "What?"
"Waffles," he repeated.
I sat up and frowned. "But you almost never make waffles."
He grinned. "I almost never make anything."
"Yeah. That's my point." In truth, I was surprised he was awake at all. It was obnoxiously early, and we'd been awake until nearly dawn.
Flynn was still grinning, and for some reason, that was making me just a little bit nervous. He was dressed in jeans and a T-shirt. He looked annoyingly awake in spite of the early hour.
I asked, "Did you even sleep?"
"A little."
I eyed him with new suspicion. "How long have you been up?"
"Long enough to make you waffles."
"But that's no kind of answer."
As I said it, I tried to think.Had I done something to warrant revenge?I felt my gaze narrow. "What kind of waffles?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, are they normal, or…"
Smiling, he tugged me up from the bed. "Come down and see."
In the end, I couldn’t refuse him anything, so I threw on a pair of little shorts and a T-shirt and let him lead me down the stairs.
In the doorway to the kitchen, I stopped short. The waffles smelled absolutely delicious. But that wasn't the reason I'd paused.
I gave Flynn a questioning look.
With a smile, he teased, "What, you wanna stand here? Have me toss them into your mouth?"
I looked from Flynn to the waffles. They were stacked at least a dozen high, and covered with chocolate and strawberries. But that wasn't the thing that got my attention.
It was the massive diamond ring nested atop a swirling mass of whipped cream. Almost in a trance, I moved closer, feeling Flynn's hand in mine as I approached the stack.
