hair looks like it feels like spun satin.”
Mario has a weird sense of humor.
Eliot and I went back out to the dining room and slid into the family booth. Derrick was already eating his breakfast. I was surprised to see him. “What are you doing here? I thought you were going back to the city?”
“I was,” Derrick grumbled.
“Did they nag you until you agreed to come back?”
“No,” Derrick said. “My mom nagged me so I spent the night at her house. On the couch.”
My family is a little co-dependent.
I ordered eggs, hash browns, ham, wheat toast and tomato juice – my favorite breakfast. Eliot ordered pancakes. When the waitress left, I turned back to Derrick. “How long do you think this is going to take?”
“Knowing Sally? All day. It’s not exactly how I wanted to spend my Saturday,” he grumbled. “I wanted to spend the afternoon with Devon.”
Ah, Devon, his Channel 4 sweetie. Good. I didn’t like her anyway.
“She’s hot,” Eliot said to Derrick as a means of conversation.
I glared at Eliot disdainfully. “You’re much hotter, baby,” he absentmindedly patted my hand as he sipped from his cup of coffee.
Derrick snickered and sipped from his own cup of coffee. He was now looking at me curiously. “Your mom is going to know you got laid last night,” he said finally.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I lied, staring down at my silverware.
Derrick smirked. “You kind of have a glow.” He turned to Eliot. “Good job. Maybe she’ll be more interested in you than fucking up my job for awhile.”
“I don’t fuck up your job,” I argued.
“You don’t make it any easier,” he countered.
Thankfully, my breakfast had arrived so I had something else to focus on besides popping Derrick’s head like a really big zit. I found that I was suddenly ravenous. Derrick watched me dunk my toast in my egg yolks and started laughing. “He took a lot of out you, huh? You need some nourishment?”
I glanced over at Eliot, but he apparently wasn’t going to ride to my rescue. “Do you want to chime in here?”
“Nope.” Eliot took a big bite of his pancakes and smirked at me.
So much for my white knight.
Eight
The rest of breakfast was spent in relative silence. The conversation we did have revolved around Sarah Frank and her mysterious disappearance. “Have you heard anything?” I asked Derrick.
“Nothing more than you’ve already been told,” Derrick answered succinctly.
How did he know what I’d been told? “I think you guys know more than you’re saying,” I said.
“Why would you say that?”
That’s an evasion. When you answer a question with a question that means you’re hiding something. “Because I think it’s weird that the sheriff’s department would have a press conference at the home of a missing woman.”
“Why is that weird?” Eliot asked.
“It’s just not normal.”
“You’re the last person that should be judging what is normal,” Derrick sniped.
“See, that’s another evasion,” I countered. “I know you’re lying to me. I know you’re all lying to me. I’m going to find out what you’re hiding.”
“Shouldn’t you be focusing on your new boyfriend?” Derrick may be a master manipulator, but I was better.
“I’m a consummate multi- tasker,” I said.
“Lucky for you,” Derrick told Eliot.
“I do feel lucky,” Eliot said finally. “She’s never boring.”
I smirked at Derrick triumphantly.
“That was a backhanded compliment,” Derrick said. “He’s saying you make him want to pull his own hair out.”
“That’s not what he said.”
“That’s what he meant.”
“It is not.”
“It is, too.”
I turned to Eliot. “That’s not what you meant, is it?”
Eliot swallowed the bite of pancakes he’d been chewing. “I meant what I said. You’re never boring.”
Derrick barked out a laugh. “See.”
I finished up my breakfast in a moody silence. If Eliot was bothered by my sudden
Mario has a weird sense of humor.
Eliot and I went back out to the dining room and slid into the family booth. Derrick was already eating his breakfast. I was surprised to see him. “What are you doing here? I thought you were going back to the city?”
“I was,” Derrick grumbled.
“Did they nag you until you agreed to come back?”
“No,” Derrick said. “My mom nagged me so I spent the night at her house. On the couch.”
My family is a little co-dependent.
I ordered eggs, hash browns, ham, wheat toast and tomato juice – my favorite breakfast. Eliot ordered pancakes. When the waitress left, I turned back to Derrick. “How long do you think this is going to take?”
“Knowing Sally? All day. It’s not exactly how I wanted to spend my Saturday,” he grumbled. “I wanted to spend the afternoon with Devon.”
Ah, Devon, his Channel 4 sweetie. Good. I didn’t like her anyway.
“She’s hot,” Eliot said to Derrick as a means of conversation.
I glared at Eliot disdainfully. “You’re much hotter, baby,” he absentmindedly patted my hand as he sipped from his cup of coffee.
Derrick snickered and sipped from his own cup of coffee. He was now looking at me curiously. “Your mom is going to know you got laid last night,” he said finally.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I lied, staring down at my silverware.
Derrick smirked. “You kind of have a glow.” He turned to Eliot. “Good job. Maybe she’ll be more interested in you than fucking up my job for awhile.”
“I don’t fuck up your job,” I argued.
“You don’t make it any easier,” he countered.
Thankfully, my breakfast had arrived so I had something else to focus on besides popping Derrick’s head like a really big zit. I found that I was suddenly ravenous. Derrick watched me dunk my toast in my egg yolks and started laughing. “He took a lot of out you, huh? You need some nourishment?”
I glanced over at Eliot, but he apparently wasn’t going to ride to my rescue. “Do you want to chime in here?”
“Nope.” Eliot took a big bite of his pancakes and smirked at me.
So much for my white knight.
Eight
The rest of breakfast was spent in relative silence. The conversation we did have revolved around Sarah Frank and her mysterious disappearance. “Have you heard anything?” I asked Derrick.
“Nothing more than you’ve already been told,” Derrick answered succinctly.
How did he know what I’d been told? “I think you guys know more than you’re saying,” I said.
“Why would you say that?”
That’s an evasion. When you answer a question with a question that means you’re hiding something. “Because I think it’s weird that the sheriff’s department would have a press conference at the home of a missing woman.”
“Why is that weird?” Eliot asked.
“It’s just not normal.”
“You’re the last person that should be judging what is normal,” Derrick sniped.
“See, that’s another evasion,” I countered. “I know you’re lying to me. I know you’re all lying to me. I’m going to find out what you’re hiding.”
“Shouldn’t you be focusing on your new boyfriend?” Derrick may be a master manipulator, but I was better.
“I’m a consummate multi- tasker,” I said.
“Lucky for you,” Derrick told Eliot.
“I do feel lucky,” Eliot said finally. “She’s never boring.”
I smirked at Derrick triumphantly.
“That was a backhanded compliment,” Derrick said. “He’s saying you make him want to pull his own hair out.”
“That’s not what he said.”
“That’s what he meant.”
“It is not.”
“It is, too.”
I turned to Eliot. “That’s not what you meant, is it?”
Eliot swallowed the bite of pancakes he’d been chewing. “I meant what I said. You’re never boring.”
Derrick barked out a laugh. “See.”
I finished up my breakfast in a moody silence. If Eliot was bothered by my sudden
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