Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 52887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 264(@200wpm)___ 212(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 264(@200wpm)___ 212(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
As Killian parks the car, I mentally start to prepare for what I’m going to order. I know of diners, but I’ve never actually been inside one. I have watched many episodes of Diners, Drive-Ins, and Dives, so I’m pretty much an expert on diner food now. I wonder if they’ll have one of those jukeboxes on the table.
“You know diners have all kinds of food,” I tell him as he takes my hand to lead me inside. I have to fight not to bounce on my heels.
"I take it we're not sharing," he teases me while opening the door for me.
"Oh, it might be fun to share a milkshake. Romantic," I say. "Unless you think that's stupid."
"Nothing you say is stupid, Zolotse." Gah, I love it when he calls me that.
"Feel free to sit anywhere," says a voice from behind the counter.
"They do have jukeboxes," I say when we get to a booth all the way in the back corner. "Think they have Eminem?"
"If not, when we get back into the SUV, I'll find his songs for you."
"You're one of those green flags," I tell him.
"Green flags?" He hands me one of the menus. Holy crap, it’s ginormous.
"Yeah, guys have green flags and red ones. You're all green. I get to pass go and collect my two hundred dollars." His brows rise. "It's from Monopoly. You know, the board game?”
"Never played." He flips through a few pages of the menu.
"You're going to keep it that way. That game comes with scandal."
"Scandal?" A small laugh leaves him. "That's the one with the iron and thimble?"
"That's the one. People will even fight over which one they'll be."
"You can be them all."
"It doesn't work that way." I laugh.
"Then I'll change the rules."
"Bet you'd let me have Boardwalk and Park Place."
"If that is what you wanted."
"See?" I let out a happy sigh. "Green flag."
"Morning," the server says, coming over to our table. "What can I get you started with?"
"Milkshake, two straws," Killian tells her, making her smirk.
"All right, lovebirds. What flavor are we doing?" Killian looks to me to answer.
“Strawberry. Extra thick and extra whipped cream,” I tell her.
“Coming right up. Can I get you started with any appetizers? Or you need some more time?” she asks.
Now that I have the menu in my hands, I’m no longer sure of my order. Now I want to look through it before settling.
“Just the shake for now. Thanks.”
“Sounds good.” She heads off toward the counter where there are skinny chairs that people can sit on and eat at if they want.
“So many choices,” I say out loud, more to myself than anything. I’m honestly overwhelmed by the number of pages and categories this menu has. “Do you want cheese sticks, potstickers, or potato skins?” I weigh my options.
“Why don’t we try one of each?” Killian suggests. I swear this man is not real.
“There’s like fifteen of them,” I say, thinking that will deter him. He simply shrugs his shoulders as though it’s not a big deal. “I don’t want to waste food. Let's get the sampler.”
We order that and some food when the waitress comes back to our table with the shake.
"It's good," Killian says after taking a sip. I pull out my phone and snap a picture with the milkshake and Killian. That's when I see a handful of missed texts but none from Lily.
"Yikes," I mutter. Roland's messages aren’t too awful. Only stating the obvious, that he worries over me, but he will take care of Minnie while I'm gone and asks me to check in with him.
"What's wrong?" Killian's brows furrow together, a determined expression taking over. He's ready to take on whatever my "yikes" was about.
"I got a few texts from Ro, but they're not bad. He wants me to check in so he knows I'm safe."
"That is understandable, but now you have me." For how long? That's the scary question and one I'm not asking. I'm playing it cool, and we only met yesterday!
"This is true," I agree with him. "But it's my lawyer." I roll my eyes.
"What did he want?"
"To talk about some of my accounts, and to let me know that he stopped by this morning and Roland wouldn't let him see me." Sucker.
"I like Roland."
"He is kind of great," I admit.
"I don't care for this lawyer. May I?" he asks, and I hand him my phone. "He needs to be looked into." Killian clicks on my screen.
"Watcha doin?"
"Texting myself so you have my number and sending myself the lawyer's number."
"For what?" I ask, taking my phone back.
"I know people. I want to make sure this lawyer isn't up to no good. I don't trust him. He's your lawyer, and it's clear he's into you and jealous."
“No.” He can’t be into me. “He’s rude.”
“He’s dead.”
“Dead?”
Killian clears his throat. He’s very much alive, or he wouldn’t be annoying me with his texts.