“Well, I’ll be.Just when I thought nothin’ stranger than seein’ your cousin with a guyanda gal could happen.”Donna grinned over at Reagan.“Then the two of you show up together and prove me wrong.”
“We’re not together,” Reagan countered.
I winked at Donna.
“The usual?”
“Yes, ma’am,” I confirmed.
“And you, dear?”
Reagan nodded, clearly not pleased with Donna’s reaction.Or lack thereof.
“Yeah.The usual.Please.”
Donna chuckled and wandered back to the counter.
“You know this is your fault, right?”Reagan hissed softly, her eyes pinned on me.
“What’s my fault?”I watched as she brushed her long, silky hair over her shoulder.
“These people are gonna think we’re together.”
I was banking on that.But I said, “And that’s a bad thing?”
She glared at me.“I’m not gonna be your flavor of the week, Lynx Caine.No matter what you think.”
Her sassy tone made me smile.The woman sounded as though she couldn’t even fathom the two of us together, yet here she was, sitting across from me.
Leaning in, I waited until she met my eyes.“Trust me, darlin’.A week would never be enough for me.”
Some women would’ve swooned if I'd said that to them.Not Reagan.The girl was stubborn as all get out.
“Sweet-talk a nun outta her panties,” she muttered, her gaze focused on the silverware wrapped in a paper napkin.
“What was that?”
Reagan shook her head.“Nothin’.”She lifted her gaze to mine.“So, why’d you wanna meet me for breakfast?”
“’Cause I like your company.”
“Pfft.Now I know you’re fulla shit.”
Although I probably should’ve been offended, I couldn’t keep the grin off my face.Reagan had always been sassy.For as long as I'd known her.It was one of the reasons I was so into her.She wasn’t the type of woman to let a man sweet-talk her out of her panties, that was for damn sure.If a man wanted to be with her, he’d have to work for it.
And I knew I'd have to work twice as hard because my reputation when it came to women wasn’t one I was necessarily proud of.However, explaining to Reagan that I'd been trying to fill the void because I wanted her more than I wanted air probably wouldn’t gain me any points.
“Tell me, Lynx.When’s the divorce gonna be final?”
Ah.Fantastic.My least favorite topic.
Leaning back, I toyed with the paper ring that held the silverware inside the napkin.“Monday.”
“Really?”She didn’t sound convinced.
“Yeah.”I held her stare.“It was filed a while back.Just had to wait it out.”
Reagan sat stone-still, her eyes locked with mine.I could tell she was processing that information, probably trying to find a way to verify it.When she finally broke eye contact, shaking her head slightly, I held back a smirk.
