Page 12 of One Wild Night
Chapter 3
Abi straightenedup and tried to look cool. She tried to look like she wasn’t more shocked by Scott’s reaction to thatcreep.
In all the time they’d been together, even when things had been good between them, he’d never reacted like that. When guys hit on her, he used to tell her she should be grateful that people found her attractive. Then, when things started to get really bad, he’d just about acknowledged her as hisgirlfriend.
Actually, no. She was the one that had to make it known, and then she’d feel stupid after -- especially if she had to pull some skank away from him or make her declaration that she was with him like she was claimingproperty.
Scott had been a terrible boyfriend, but just nowwas…
well, she didn’t know. That was a natural reaction she’d never seen inhim.
It was nothing, shesupposed.
All it really was was a nice gesture which she was grateful for because she hated when men looked at her like that -- like they were undressing her with their eyes. And, of course, there was no mistake about it when their eyes immediately went to her breasts, which she knew were big, and always attracted a lot ofattention.
When she looked at Scott again, he smiled, and Abi wondered if he was being truthful about what he had said earlier about missingher.
Did hereally?
Again, it was mere curiosity. She doubted, with the way he lived, that he had actually missed her. From what she’d heard and seen since she left him, the man lived and breathed women. It was surprising that he actually remembered her, and thatsong…
Yes, she remembered that song alright, and she wished she didn’t. In her naïve, younger mind, she’d labeled it “their song.” It was always playing in the background when they met up, particularly when they madelove.
It was hard to think back on those times and hold in the emotion. The truth was that a part of her missed him, too, but it was best that she didn’t acknowledgeit.
The waitress came with her toasted rye bread and Scott’s super large plate of what looked like everything on the menu: eggs, bacon, sausages, sautéed potatoes, several slices of toast, grilled mushrooms, and hash browns. It was enough to feed four people and made her little plate of rye toast look like a sidedish.
“Abi, what the fuck is that?” He inspected the toast as if it was some sort of alien life form. Disdain filled his bluegaze.
“Ryetoast.”
“It looks like shit,” hescowled.
She smirked at him, unable to resist smiling. He always had a way with words and saying things that could make her laugh even when she was well and truly mad at him. “It’shealthy.”
“You know, I didn’t think this was what you meant when you ordered it.” To her surprise, he called the waitress back. “Can you send this back please?” He pointed to thetoast.
“No, it’s fine,” Abi argued shaking her head athim.
The waitress looked from him toher.
“Like hell. No wonder you have headaches if that’s all you’re gonna eat. Take it back and get her some pancakes and maple syrup. With a little pot of hazelnut chocolate spread, too, if you haveit.”
That was what she used to order when they were together. She looked at him, wondering what he could be thinking. He used to tease her when she ordered things like that and tell her it was one sure way to pile on the pounds. Now he was ordering it for her. Abi allowed the waitress to take the rye toastaway.
“Scott, you used to call that kind of food ‘fatfood.’”
“It’s okay to eat sometimes, it’s definitely better than that shit you ordered. We’re in a diner, doll. Who gets rye toast in a diner?” Hechuckled.
“You’re toofunny.”
“Glad you thinkso.”
He started working his way through hisfeast.
“That is like a mountain of food.” Her eyes roamed over hisplate.
“Got to keep up my strength. Who knows where the day will take me?” He gave her a slylook.
