Accidental Action Star by Emily Evans

Author:Emily Evans [Emily Evans]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Teen & Young Adult, Love & Romance, Literature & Fiction, Humorous, Romance, Contemporary
Published: 2014-03-24T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

Saturday night. I’d parked on the right, closest to a Tudor-style building with nice landscaping. I bet Max and I were going there. And I bet it was a steak place. Fun. Starving.

I got out of my car and my lilac dress swished around my knees. Max was so used to seeing me in costumes and in sweats that I was thrilled to look like a normal girl with normal makeup and heels. He was where he said he’d be, sitting on a bench in the pedestrianized median of the small plaza.

I’d had my doubts about tonight when he’d texted me to meet him instead of offering to pick me up, but he was from Los Angeles. I’d never dated a guy who wasn’t a Texan. There were bound to be differences.

The dry California air wafted over my bare arms as I walked across the parking lot toward Max. He met me halfway.

“Hi.”

“Hey.” He didn’t offer to hold my hand. I didn’t mind, because mine were kind of sweaty.

He turned left.

I frowned and followed him, doing my best to keep up in the high heels. He reached the door to a coffee shop. I blinked but did my best not to show my surprise. Coffee?

We went straight to the counter. The barista caught sight of Max and the bean grinder whirred to an abrupt halt. She rushed over and elbowed her male co-worker toward the register. “I got this order.” She looked at Max under eyelashes coated with blue mascara. “What can I get you?”

Max motioned for me to go first.

I didn’t move. “I’m still deciding.”

“Tall coffee,” Max said. “Black.”

The barista wrote his order on the side of the cup. “Anything else?”

Max shook his head and the barista turned away to pour his coffee.

We weren’t even ordering food.

Her co-worker rang up the order. “Four thirty-seven.”

Max indicated that I should order too.

I felt shaky and a little odd. “I don’t know what I want yet.”

Max turned toward the restrooms. “I’ll be right back.” He left me there staring at the order board.

What is wrong with this guy? I got out my phone and texted Powder. Max took me to a coffee shop and hit the toilet before I even ordered.

Guys always try to get out of the tab, Powder texted.

Heat burned my face, and I dug out a ten so I could pay before Max returned.

Powder texted again. If he comes back sniffing or rubbing his nose and acts all wired, he’s coking up in there. The last thing he needs is coffee, so text me and I’ll pick you up.

Geez.

If he comes back and a giggling guy exits behind him, there’s no swinging back the other direction. Text me and I’ll pick you up.

OMG. I have my car.

If it’s a giggling girl, you still got a shot. Buy a hot drink or a cold one. Whatever’s the opposite of what he’s drinking. Then kiss him. That’ll steal him back from her.

My face burned. Maybe I’ll let her have him.

“What can I get you?” the guy asked.

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