Page 20 of Tangled Emotions
I pulled it from my pocket and handed it over to my friend, watching as she read it and her eyes lit up. “Gimme your phone.”
“No.” I pursed my lips.
“Edith.” She snapped her fingers.
“Veronica.” I shook my head.
“Gimme your phone.” She repeated in a firmer tone.
“No.”
Narrowing her eyes at me, Ronnie pulled her phone out, tapped the screen, then put it up to her ear with a smarmy smile.After a moment or two, she pulled her phone away from her head and looked at me.
“Edith. Where is your phone?”
I patted myself down and then growled again. Pressing her lips together, Ronnie looked like she’s about to burst into laughter again.
“Please tell me it’s not at the diner.”
“With Evie?” I whispered and knew I was screwed.
She nodded, and her face morphed from fun to shock. Before I turned to see what made her face do that, my phone appeared in front of my face.
“You obnoxious, wretched, vile bitch.” I snapped my phone from the person and turned to look into the sexiest blue eyes I’ve ever seen. “Shit.”
He leaned in and the hair from his beard tickled the side of my face as his hot breath warmed my ear. “That mouth, Edie, tsk-tsk. Gonna have to do something about that.”
Dan went around the bar. “Beer?”
“I’ll have what she’s having.” He thumbed towards me.
“Hi. Welcome to the Bearded Barrel Brewery, I’m Ronnie.”
Holding out his hand, Ronnie shook it, and then Paul did. “Frank.”
“Paul. Doofus over there is Dan and the man running around in back is my brother Tom.”
“Romeo said this was a good place with great people.” He turned his gaze my way. “So far, so good.”
“Romeo?” Ronnie looked at me.
“He means Wally.”
Snickers and titters went around as Dan handed him a beer. I tried to look away, but the way his throat worked as he took a healthy drink, I couldn’t help staring.
“This.” He held up the pint glass and looked at Paul. “Is the shit.”
“Thank you. My brother came up with it. He’s the brewmaster here.”
“My compliments to the man.” He turned to look at me. “What do you do for fun around here?”
Dan chortled. “Edie’s not the one to ask.”
Frank cast a glare towards him. “Well, she is the one I was asking.”
“I read. Crochet. And run a diner.” I turned to face Ronnie. I had to. If I kept facing him, I felt like I would grab him by the shirt and kiss him.
And that is not like me at all.