“There’s nothing to smile about!” I hissed at Vance.
Vance’s smile went wide.
“What the f**k are you talkin’ about?” Uncle Tex boomed in my ear.
“Nothing,” I answered, the hair raise going to goose bumps as I felt Hank’s eyes on my back. “Where are you?”
“At Fortnum’s, spent al day listenin’ to f**kin’ Indy, Al y and Jet goin’ on ‘bout how you’re stil hung up on that stupid, weasely motherfucker that kidnapped you. Told ‘em they were al f**kin’ nuts,” he said. Then he asked, “You aren’t, are you?”
I blinked at the table just as the waitress came and set down our food.
“What are you talking about?” I asked.
“Apparently, Hank told Lee and Lee told Indy and Indy told every-fuckin’-body that you’re stil in love with that f**kin’ asshole.”
My body went completely stil .
Then, slowly, I turned around and looked at Hank.
Or, to put it more truthful y, scowled at him, eyes narrowed and everything.
Hank caught my scowl and raised his brows.
My eyes narrowed to slits.
Then I turned back to the table.
“No… I… am… not… in... love... with... Bil y… fucking…
Flynn,” I enunciated every word.
After I finished, Vance actual y threw his head back and laughed. I scowled at him too.
“Didn’t think so,” Uncle Tex said.
“Get my car back, Uncle Tex. I’m leaving the minute I get home,” I demanded.
“No, darlin’. You gotta straighten things out with Hank.”
“Not a f**king chance.”
Tex was silent.
“You sure?” Uncle Tex final y asked.
“Very sure,” I replied.
More silence.
Then he said, “How’re you feelin’ about Vance?” Lord have mercy.
“Good-bye,” I said.
Before I could hang up, he said on a rush, “You stay the night, we’l cal your Mom.”
My breath caught in my throat.
“We?” I asked.