As we walked farther from the wrecked cars and closer to civilization, the rain picked up and the sun set. By the time we reached a tiny, country town, the sky was completely black, and we were both totally soaked. Luckily for us, there was a diner and a motel side-by-side.
“Let’s get some food and figure this shit out,” I told her, opening the door to the diner.
She crossed her arms over her chest and stepped inside the warm diner that looked like it came straight from 1982.
“You can pay for dinner since you fucked my car,” I said.
She scowled but didn’t argue.
At least I was winning at something today.
Chapter 3
Amelia
Ididn’t know the guy who was sitting across the table from me, but he was easy on the eyes. I mean, if you were into tanned skin stretched over toned muscles, dark hair, green eyes, high cheekbones, and a jaw so sharp it could cut glass. I was somewhere between King and Pierce counties when I decided to swear off all men for the foreseeable future, even good-looking ones like him.
Of course, his looks put him way out of my league. He gave the air of someone who lived off a trust fund or family money. Driving the fancy car he was in only made me more certain. Plus, he was just so damn good-looking.
“What can I get ya started with?” the waitress asked, forcing me to divert my eyes. I quickly looked down at the menu for a moment.
When I looked up, I found her looking over at him, smiling and batting her lashes. I couldn’t explain it, but jealousy cut through me sharper than any knife ever could. I had to remind myself that he wasn’t mine. I didn’t even know his name for crying out loud,andI had sworn off men.
“I want a cup of coffee.” He leaned back in the booth and stretched his arms over his head, a sliver of his six-pack showing. “You serve breakfast all day here?”
“Sure do,” the waitress said, keeping her pen poised and a smile on her face.
“I’ll take a western omelet with some hot sauce on the side.”
She wrote down his order, and as she shifted on her feet to look over at me, her smile fell. “And for you?”
“Chicken strips, fries, strawberry shake,” I mumbled.
“Sure thing.” She turned and walked away, leaving us alone once again.
“So, what’s your name anyway?” I asked.
He gave me a crooked smile that made my heart jump. “Why do you want to know my name?”
I shrugged and cleared my throat. “What am I supposed to call you? It’s weird to eat dinner with someone you don’t know the name of.”
“You can call me whatever you want.” His smirk only grew.
I tilted my head to the side and lifted my brows, showing him I wasn’t amused. I was so tired of men acting like…well, whatever this was. I was certain his coy attitude and prettyeverythinggot him whatever he wanted, but I wouldn’t be played.
“Oliver,” he finally said, the smirk still in place.
I felt my overly tight muscles begin to relax, like knowing his name didn’t make him a total stranger or something.
“What’s yours?” he asked.
“Amelia,” I told him, my voice soft.
“Of course it is,” he muttered, rolling his eyes.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
He leaned forward in the booth, resting his arms on the table. The waitress was back, putting his coffee and my shake betweenus. She immediately turned and left, and he cupped his coffee between both hands, warming them.
