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“You can’t just say, ‘don’t worry about it,’ and expect me not to worry about it.” But she did sit down in the chair next to him, and he placed a full plate of food in front of her.
She still wasn’t certain she could eat, though.
“Gwen will take care of it. Eat.”
“I’m not really hungry.”
All three men just stared at her.
“Not being hungry isn’t an excuse to not eat with these guys,” Keira told her.
Right, sure. She picked up her fork and moved the food around on her plate. “Won’t a lawyer’s fees cost more than the original bill?”
“You’re not paying for it, so what does it matter?” Zander said.
“But I have to pay,” she said, “This is my problem. I should pay for it.”
“No,” Ammo told her. “Eat.”
“You seem to have an addiction to that word.”
“What? Eat?” Honey asked. “Yeah, he does like his food.”
“No,” she said. “The word, no. You can’t just say no all the time.”
Ammo raised an eyebrow and then stared down at her plate of food.
With a sigh, she ate a bite. It was actually pretty good. There was a mix of things on her plate, including potato pie, meatloaf, and a chicken curry.
She took several more bites. Then the anger hit her. Who did Ed think he was? She hadn’t had anything to do with that fight breaking out.
“How dare he try to charge me for damages and emotional distress,” she said finally. “What about my emotions and my distress? Maybe I should charge him for those, because he was the one who was supposed to be organizing everything today.
So maybe it’s his fault that everything ended up in a shambles, and I’m left with all this stress.”
“That’s right, girl,” Honey agreed, pumping her fist. “We should go teach him a lesson. I brought my weapons bag with me.”
Webb frowned. “I told you to leave that at home.”
“Why would I leave my flamethrower at home? I need it to sleep at night.”
“You are not sleeping with your flamethrower,” Webb stated.
The look on Honey’s face said she disagreed.
Yikes.
“I need to go do something,” Aimee stated.
“Like what?” Ammo asked.
“Ice cream?” Honey suggested, sounding hopeful. “We could go get ice cream. I saw one of those old-fashioned ice cream parlors on the main street.”
“You just ate an entire box of chocolates,” Webb pointed out.
“Not the ones with nuts. I’m still hungry.”
“I don’t want food,” Aimee said. “I want to go destroy something.”
