Page 221 of Flipping His Script

But then it hit me. If anyone should be ashamed, it was me. This was a public place, a public restroom in fact, and I'd been monopolizing the whole thing for an obscenely long time.

Wereallthose women waiting?

Oh, crap.The way it looked, they were. I should've realized that. But I'd been so lost in the drama – and then Flynn – that I hadn't even stopped to consider.

I was horrid.

And happy.

How crazy was that?

Not as crazy as Flynn, that's for sure. When he made a move toward the photographer, I dove for his arm and held on with a death grip while I apologized like crazy to all the women who'd been waiting.

But of course, they all ignored me, staring at Flynn like he could fixtheirpipes any time.

I gave a confused shake of my head.Had I really just thought that?

I was losing it, definitely.

But for once, I didn't mind.

Within ten minutes, Flynn and I were in the parking lot, with our food wrapped up to go. Twenty minutes after that, we pulled into his driveway, where things got even more interesting.