Page 32 of Tangled Emotions
I felt my eyes roll back in my head. “Do you ever give up?”
“Tell me to give up. Tell me flat out there’snospark here.” He motioned between us. “And I’ll back off.”
Time stood still. I felt like I couldn’t breathe. He’s been the first man toreallypursue me, and he’s serious.
I would be an idiot to give that up because dammit … it felt amazing.
“Let me know when you’re ready.” Spinning, I slipped through the doors, heading to cool off in the walk-in.
Leaning on some boxes, my heart raced. I felt like I’m going to faint. When the door whipped open, I jumped.
“Did he upset you? Should I get my bat? You want I should bump him?” She spoke like an old-school gangster.
“You need to watch yourself.” I patted my chest, trying to calm my heart. “You’re sounding more and more like a Cordova.”
She lifted her shoulder, shrugging. “So am I taking him out, or not?”
“Calm down, Evie. I’m fine. I was really hot from running all around.”
“Okay. Because you know I have your back, right?”
Smiling, I saw the murderous look in her eyes and held back my laughter. “I know.”
With a nod, she closed the door, and I busted out laughing. First, she tried to hook me up with him and now she might kill him.
Someone knocked on the door, and I stepped over, opening it to see Frank smiling at me. “I think I’ve decided. I’ll take the Irv. Covered and smothered.”
Laughing, I nodded. “Tell Big E on your way to your seat and I’ll bring you a salad.”
“What if I don’t want a salad?”
“Tough. After what you ate for breakfast and what you just ordered, you’ll need it for balance.”
“Mmm, that mouth.”
“Go on, now!” I laughed and closed the door.
Shit. I thought he was going to kiss me. Do I want him to kiss me? When was the last time I was kissed?
Memories rushed back.
I walked into the diner in Triton Falls to meet Greg and Lori Barron sat across from him. Again. When she saw me, she gave me a little smirk, got up, walked around the table, and wrapped her arms around him.
I waited for him to push her away. He never did.
Chuffing, I made the salad for Frank, taking my time arranging all the vegetables as I remembered sitting in thebasement at his parent’s house. My family didn’t know he contacted me to talk.
He paced like a caged tiger and threw his beer across the room.
“Throwing things doesn’t change the outcome.” I held back my tears.
“How did this happen, Edith? We were careful.”
“I know.”
“Did you do this on purpose? Like Victoria?”
“What? Why would I do that?”