Page 50 of Like A Moth To A Flame

“Do you have anything like a grilled chicken sandwich?” Amelia asked.

“We do,” Mae said, already writing. “And what would you want on that?”

Before long, their voices became background noise, and my mind was far, far away. I couldn’t get last night out of my head, but I was way less terrified than I should have been. Still, I couldn’t quite put my finger on exactly what it was I was feeling.

I was a little angry, but I wasn’t scared.

I should be scared. Why wasn’t I scared?

“Nessie?”

“Huh?”

Amelia narrowed her eyes at me.

“What would you like, hun?” Mae asked, looking down at me with a concerned expression. God, was I really that obvious?

“Oh, just a cheeseburger and some fries,” I said, handing her the menu. “Everything on it, please.”

“Coming right up,” Mae said, flashing a smile as she spun away. The minute she was out of earshot, Amelia was on me.

“So really, what’s wrong?” she asked.

I sighed, allowing my head to fall back. I really didn’t want to talk about this in public. Just as I opened my mouth to speak, I heard the bell jingle, signaling that someone was coming in, and Amelia’s sharp intake of breath told me it was someone important. Turning, I saw Tommy, and he beelined for Sheriff Banner.

I wonder what they were talking about?

“Who isthat?” Amelia asked, and when I looked over at her, I could practically see the anime-style hearts in her eyes.

“Uh… who?” I asked.

“The one who just walked in.”

“Tommy?” I said, one eyebrow cocked in Amelia’s direction. “Oh, he’s a firefighter.”

Amelia’s eyes were wide, and she practically vibrated in her seat. She was more excited than the energizer bunny could ever be.

“So I was right. Heishot. And I don’t see a ring.”

I snorted at her bad joke.

“Yeah, I told you about him.” I kept my voice quiet, happy that the conversation had shifted to something besides me and my stalker.

“You did no such thing,” Amelia argued.

“I did too. Remember, I told you about the firefighter that found me when I was… taken?”

Why was it hard to say? I hadn’t had problems talking about it for years now.

“Well damn, let me just go out and get into a car accident real quick so he can give me mouth-to-mouth.”

I snorted, and Amelia stood up.

“Wait,” I said, reaching out and grabbing her hand. “Where are you going?”

“I am shooting my shot,” she said with a laugh. “Watch this.”

I rolled my eyes as she walked over, and I tried my hardest not to stare.

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