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never went out. We hadn't told ourselves we were dating each other exclusively. We fooled around but weren't having sex. Maybe I didn't have a right to think of Rex as my boyfriend. Yeah, so that didn't depress me even more. If I was going to get through this surveillance, I was going to have to decide that I was in a committed relationship with Rex. I'd just have to tell him that he's in it later.
"How do you get yourself into these situations?" Kelly asked.
I shrugged. "Just lucky, I guess." I set down the ice cream to take a few more photos, but my heart wasn't in it. I was pretty convinced that Rex and Angela were picking out wedding invitations and deciding on the reception venue.
"They're just having dinner," Kelly said, nodding toward the couple. "I haven't seen anything that says otherwise."
"Not yet," I mumbled.
"You need to listen to Riley, by the way," my best friend insisted. "If he thinks you're safer at the yarn shop, you are."
I rolled my eyes. "I'm sure you're right. I just don't want to admit it to him. That man's got enough of an ego as it is."
She winked at me. "Are you sure that's all it's about?"
"What do you mean?" I asked.
Kelly settled into her seat and played with the ice cream, swirling her spork in it. "I think Riley has feelings for you."
I shook my head. "I doubt that. He just likes messing with my head. He likes bossing me around."
"Riiiiiiiiiiiiight," she said, taking a mouthful of Chunky Monkey.
So, she'd seen something. Huh. Maybe there was something to that. How weird was it that we were talking about Riley liking me, while I was spying on my boyfriend? I felt emotionally compromised. More than I'd ever felt on any mission. I didn't like that feeling.
Rex and Angela were eating dinner. They still laughed and talked but nothing more. Yet.
Kelly started giggling.
"What?" I asked suspiciously.
She waved me off. "Nothing." She giggled again, this time a little harder.
" What ?" I asked.
"It's just…" She couldn't stop laughing. "You. Imprisoned in a yarn shop. I always imagined your life as a spy to be a little more…more dangerous." Kelly started getting hysterical. "I mean, a Turkish prison…sure, or a cave in Cambodia, okay…but a yarn shop?"
I was not amused to see tears starting to pour down her cheeks.
"I didn't pick the location," I said crisply. And I sure as hell wouldn't have picked a yarn shop. I was not crafty in any way. Maybe Riley chose it to humiliate me. At least that's what it was starting to feel like.
"Maybe you can escape by crocheting a ladder…" Kelly snickered.
"Shut up, or I'll make you a sweater," I growled. "A really ugly one that I'll make you wear all the time."
Unfortunately that seemed to set her completely off, and I sat there simmering in silence as my best friend laughed so hard she cried. I ignored her by watching Rex and Angela eat dessert. Separate desserts. On separate plates. They never so much as held hands.
Maybe Kelly was right. I was being ridiculous. Sitting across the street, hiding in a car, dressed in black, taking photos of my boyfriend was a little crazy. Okay, a lot crazy. What was wrong with me? How had I become so neurotic?
"I think you're right. This was a stupid idea." I tossed the empty container of ice cream on the floor and looked at Kelly, who had regained her composure but was looking up ugly knit sweater patterns on her cell phone. "We should probably go back."
Kelly nodded and started the car. "Of course I'm right. I get that you're a little paranoid. But you're going to have to trust someone besides me sometime."
"What makes you think I trust you?" I asked, putting on my seatbelt.
"Because I'm a genius," Kelly said dryly. "And you know I'm right."
I nodded. "You were this time." I tilted my head toward the restaurant. "Please don't tell Rex I, uh, did this?"
"And let him dump you? No way! Then you'd monopolize all my time." She winked. "I'm not an idiot."
No you're not. But I sure am. I was feeling
"How do you get yourself into these situations?" Kelly asked.
I shrugged. "Just lucky, I guess." I set down the ice cream to take a few more photos, but my heart wasn't in it. I was pretty convinced that Rex and Angela were picking out wedding invitations and deciding on the reception venue.
"They're just having dinner," Kelly said, nodding toward the couple. "I haven't seen anything that says otherwise."
"Not yet," I mumbled.
"You need to listen to Riley, by the way," my best friend insisted. "If he thinks you're safer at the yarn shop, you are."
I rolled my eyes. "I'm sure you're right. I just don't want to admit it to him. That man's got enough of an ego as it is."
She winked at me. "Are you sure that's all it's about?"
"What do you mean?" I asked.
Kelly settled into her seat and played with the ice cream, swirling her spork in it. "I think Riley has feelings for you."
I shook my head. "I doubt that. He just likes messing with my head. He likes bossing me around."
"Riiiiiiiiiiiiight," she said, taking a mouthful of Chunky Monkey.
So, she'd seen something. Huh. Maybe there was something to that. How weird was it that we were talking about Riley liking me, while I was spying on my boyfriend? I felt emotionally compromised. More than I'd ever felt on any mission. I didn't like that feeling.
Rex and Angela were eating dinner. They still laughed and talked but nothing more. Yet.
Kelly started giggling.
"What?" I asked suspiciously.
She waved me off. "Nothing." She giggled again, this time a little harder.
" What ?" I asked.
"It's just…" She couldn't stop laughing. "You. Imprisoned in a yarn shop. I always imagined your life as a spy to be a little more…more dangerous." Kelly started getting hysterical. "I mean, a Turkish prison…sure, or a cave in Cambodia, okay…but a yarn shop?"
I was not amused to see tears starting to pour down her cheeks.
"I didn't pick the location," I said crisply. And I sure as hell wouldn't have picked a yarn shop. I was not crafty in any way. Maybe Riley chose it to humiliate me. At least that's what it was starting to feel like.
"Maybe you can escape by crocheting a ladder…" Kelly snickered.
"Shut up, or I'll make you a sweater," I growled. "A really ugly one that I'll make you wear all the time."
Unfortunately that seemed to set her completely off, and I sat there simmering in silence as my best friend laughed so hard she cried. I ignored her by watching Rex and Angela eat dessert. Separate desserts. On separate plates. They never so much as held hands.
Maybe Kelly was right. I was being ridiculous. Sitting across the street, hiding in a car, dressed in black, taking photos of my boyfriend was a little crazy. Okay, a lot crazy. What was wrong with me? How had I become so neurotic?
"I think you're right. This was a stupid idea." I tossed the empty container of ice cream on the floor and looked at Kelly, who had regained her composure but was looking up ugly knit sweater patterns on her cell phone. "We should probably go back."
Kelly nodded and started the car. "Of course I'm right. I get that you're a little paranoid. But you're going to have to trust someone besides me sometime."
"What makes you think I trust you?" I asked, putting on my seatbelt.
"Because I'm a genius," Kelly said dryly. "And you know I'm right."
I nodded. "You were this time." I tilted my head toward the restaurant. "Please don't tell Rex I, uh, did this?"
"And let him dump you? No way! Then you'd monopolize all my time." She winked. "I'm not an idiot."
No you're not. But I sure am. I was feeling
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