Why Lie? (Love Riddles #2) Read Online Free PDF Page B

twenty-twenty. Once you have time to sit down and think things through the likelihood of you not getting pissed and dumping soda on someone is increased.
    Sucks for me, but I wasn’t prepared and went off half-cocked. You live, you learn. Obviously that’s the case since I didn’t pour soda on him today.
    Thing is, Gina and Molly both thought I was insane for being annoyed at Heath still. Maybe since I didn’t graduate from Ferncliff High, Heath’s golden boy status in town wasn’t ingrained in me. Gina was married with two kids and she still screamed so loud when I admitted we had sex that my ears rang.
    Molly was currently giving me the cold shoulder because she called dibs on him the summer we turned sixteen. Even though thirteen years have passed and she is seeing someone, she’s still giving me the silent treatment.
    Part of me wonders if Gina is only talking to me now so she can report back to Molly. God, I should have called Cecil.
    But, they’re my girls so my impulse is to vent and get advice from them. What stings is, for some strange reason, it feels like I’m the bad guy in their eyes.
    Directing my gaze skyward, I say, “Yeah, I shouldn’t have done that. Well, I just walked outside to call but I should probably get back.”
    “Are you going to talk to him?” she asks, ignoring my attempt to wrap up the call.
    “No clue,” I murmur.
    It’s the truth. Rationally, I get that the adult thing would be to talk to him. At lunch today I proved that I can be in a crowded room with him and function. Anything more than that, I just don’t know.
    “You got time for me tonight?”
    That’s what he had said before I dumped the soda on him. Granted, it could be argued that he hadn’t meant it to sound like it did. But, to me, after a long shift, it sounded like he wanted to book my bed by the hour.
    “Maybe he only wants to be friends,” she says.
    At her words, my gaze drops to my feet. Even after sharing what happened between us, both her and Molly keep coming back to the “he only wants to be friends” thing. I had argued that if they meant friends with bedroom benefits, they’d be right, but they disagreed.
    Pulling my phone from my ear, I stare at the display and watch as seconds add to the length of time of our call. I give up.
    Moving the phone back to my ear, I murmur, “You’re probably right.”
    “See, now there’s nothing to worry about. Just let it go and you can move on. David has a friend I could set you up with.”
    Ugh, no way in hell am I going out with one of David’s loser friends.
    “Thanks, babe.” I lie. “I don’t think I’m ready to go out with anyone but I’ll let you know once I am. I really gotta get back though so I’ll talk to you later.”
    “Okay, girlie. Talk again soon.”
    After we hang up, I stare at the display of my phone again. Instead of feeling better, I feel worse. Awesome girl talk.
    Slipping my phone back into my apron, I’m still stewing on her words as I walk back into the diner. What is so unbelievable about Heath wanting me?
    It’s always words from those closest to us that have the potential to inflict the most damage. Once I’m back in the kitchen, I wash my hands, a force of habit after working around food for this long.
    Allen’s plating my order.
    “Thanks,” I mutter, grabbing the plates.
    One of them is a lot hotter than the other. I hold the cooler one higher up on my arm, the palm of my hand less sensitive to hot plates.
    He’s there when I walk out. My eyes avoid him despite the fact that every one of my nerves is firing that he’s near. Even though the moment was brief, my eyes catalogued and evaluated every nuance of him.
    He’s wearing the same suit from lunch. The suit that makes me want to undress him with my teeth. His hair’s damp, not in a styled way, in a “careless he was in a rush” way.
    He’s sitting at the same table as before. Most of all, I don’t miss that he only has eyes for me.
    Still outwardly