Page 33 of Bones

“No, nothing like that. I’m just really tired. I didn’t get much sleep.”

“Didn’t get much sleep, huh?” A mischievous smirk swept across her face as she teased, “Does that mean he finally deflowered you?”

“Deflowered me? What planet are you from?” I gave her an annoyed glare. “I can’t deal with you today.”

“Oh, come on. You know I’m just messing with you.” She gave me a nudge with her elbow, then shook her head with a grumble. “You are such a grumpy pants when you don’t get enough sleep.”

“I know. I just can’t seem to help myself.”

“It’s fine. I’m the same way when I’ve had a long night,” she replied, sounding disappointed. “But everything went okay? You had a good time with him?”

“I had a great time with him.” I took a sip of my coffee, then smiled. “I’m hoping I’ll have another great time tonight.”

“Tonight?” She leaned in closer. “You’re going out again tonight?”

“We are.”

“So,things did go well last night.”

“Very much so.”

“Well, it’s about damn time. I knew you two would hit it off.” Lacy’s smile widened. “And if you wanna keep hitting it off, you best get your tired ass back to your room and get some sleep 'cause I highly doubt Bones is gonna want to spend his night with Ms. Crabby Patty.”

“You’re right, but I’m wound too tight to sleep.”

“We could go for a run or head into town and carb out on some pancakes.”

“Hmmm... Pancakes sound like heaven.”

“Then, let’s go load up.”

I was starving and the mere thought of a big plate of pancakes had my mouth watering, so I needed no further persuasion. I followed her out of the kitchen, and we raced out to her car. Seconds later, we were headed towards town. We hadn’t been riding long when I remembered how Wyatt picked me up from my date. “Hey, I thought there was something wrong with your car.”

“Huh?”

“Wyatt said it wouldn’t start. It was why he came to pick me up the other night.”

“Oh, that.” Lacy grimaced. “I might’ve lied about that.”

“What? Why would...” My head fell back as I groaned. “You did it so he’d come and pick me up.”

“Guilty as charged.”

“I guess I should thank you. If you hadn’t lied, then Wyatt would’ve never asked me out.”

“Oh, he would’ve asked you out on his own eventually, but I didn’t see any harm in giving him another little push.”

“Well, thank you for looking out for me.”

“That’s what friends are for.”

When we got to the diner, Lacy parked, and we raced inside. The smell of maple syrup and butter filled the air as we made our way over to one of the tables in the back. We placed our orders, then waited as the waitress brought over our drinks. Once she’d gone back to the kitchen, Lacy leaned towards me and asked, “So, what about the guy from your class? You never told me why you cut the date short.”

“He ended up being a total douchebag. He said some pretty nasty stuff about the brothers, and I just couldn’t stand to sit there and listen to it.”

“I don’t blame you there. There’s nothing worse than suffering through a bad date.” She chuckled as she asked, “Did I ever tell you about the time I went out with a so-called ‘artist’?”

“No, I don’t believe I’ve ever heard about him.”

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