“She’s talking to you,” Milo tells the guy, and I start laughing.
“No, I wasn’t!”Lilou says in exasperation.
“You’re interested in this prick?”
“Oh my God,” she groans, burying her face in her hands.
Cameron is giggling as she watches the show, and I widen my eyes at her when I see Ford headed her way.
“Uh oh,” I say, and she frowns.
“Cameron.Don’t you have the morning shift tomorrow?”Ford asks her as he joins our table.
He takes a different approach from Milo and just shoulders his way past the guy to get closer to Cameron.I grin, watching the new couple.
“Yeah, but it’s not even nine o’clock at night.I’ll leave before midnight,” she says, trying to brush him off.
“Are you sure that’s a good idea?”
“Yeah, boss.I’ll be fine.”
“I’ll stay and make sure of that.”
“That’s not necessary,” she replies.
It’s fascinating, like watching a tennis match.
“Here you go, love,” Fisher says as he sets another mojito in front of me.
Kerry is looking back and forth between Lilou and Cameron, and I smile as I take a sip of my drink.
“Kerry, does Charlie know that you’re here?”Ford asks, and she straightens.
“No, why?”
Ford doesn’t answer; just pulls out his phone and sends off a text.I have a feeling that I know who and what he’s texting.It won’t be long until Charlie shows up.
“You’re trying to annoy all of us until we leave, aren’t you?”Cameron asks in a resigned tone.
By now, the guys who came over with the shots have all given up and wandered off.Milo is still glaring at him over in the corner every now and then, but the rest of the time, his attention is focused on Lilou.
“Maybe,” Ford admits, and Cameron rolls her eyes.
“You can’t stop us from going out every night,” she points out, and he leans in closer.
“Wanna bet?”
She glares at him, straightening in her seat.
“We could go to a bar or club in another town.”
He frowns, and I suck on my straw, finishing off my drink.I’m having a hard time remembering why I was trying to take it slow.The drinks are delicious.
A new song comes on, and I sway in my seat to the beat.
“Want to dance?”Fisher asks me, and I shake my head.
“I can’t.You’re the enemy,” I slur.
