Page 42 of Flipping His Script
She blinked. "But I came all this way."
"Not my problem."
With a huff, she whirled to me and demanded, "Is thisyourdoing?"
I glanced around. "Me? No." But then, I paused.Maybe I was supposed to say yes?
No, that wasn't right.
Supposedly, Flynn and I were just friends, for now anyway, assuming that I'd gotten the gist of what he'd said on the way down.
Honestly, this was all pretty darn confusing.
I looked to Flynn and said, "Maybe you two want to talk alone?"
But it wasn't Flynn who answered. It was Felicity, who snapped, "Excellent idea." She looked over her shoulder and called out to Randy, "And don't forget my makeup case. It's in the back!"
With that, she moved toward the front doorway, only to stop in mid-motion when Flynn refused to step aside, telling her, "Unless you're planning to sleep in the limo, you're wasting your time."
She blinked up at him. "But why would I want to sleep in the limo?"
"Don't know, don't care." He flicked his chin in my direction. "But we're heading out. If you're smart, you'll do the same."
I felt my eyebrows furrow.Was that a threat?I honestly didn't know. From the look on Felicity's face, she was just as confused as I was.
In a quieter voice, she repeated, "But I came all this way."
Flynn still didn't budge. "So you said."
"And," she continued, "the jet's probably gone by now."
I didn't know which jet she meant.A private jet?That's the way it sounded.But wouldn’t a private jet stay and wait?
I had no idea. Even when times were better, I'd been a long, looooong way from Private Jetville.
Still, as awful as Felicity was, I couldn’t help but feel at least a little sympathy for her current situation. The way it looked, she'd been so sure of her welcome that she hadn't thought to make alternate plans.
In a lame attempt to be helpful, I said, "There's some hotels downtown. I'm sure they've got a room if—"
"If what?" she practically spat.
"If, um, you need it. And it's off-season, so…"
"So what?"
"So…they've probably got some really great deals."
Her nostrils flared. "Do Ilooklike I need a deal?"
"No," I stammered. "I'm just saying, it's not quite summer yet, and ski season is a long way off so–"
"So fuck off," she said. "I'm staying right here."
What could I say to that? I had no idea. In truth, I didn't care where she stayed as long as I had no part in it.
But then it hit me.This was exactly what I'd signed on for, wasn't it?
Yikes.
