My Multiverse Trip 123 123. Damsel In Distress

Headlights suddenly flew around the corner, the car almost hitting the stocky one, forcing him to jump back toward the sidewalk.

But the silver car unexpectedly fishtailed around, skidding to a stop with the pa.s.senger door open just a few feet from me.

"Get in," a furious voice commanded.

It was amazing how angry she sounded amazing how suddenly the feeling of safety for my b.u.t.thole washed over me - I jumped into the seat, slamming the door shut behind me. Not today satan.

It was dark in the car, no light had come on with the opening of the door, and I could barely see her face in the glow from the dashboard. The tires squealed as she spun around to face north, accelerating too quickly ,swerving toward the stunned men on the street. I caught a glimpse of them diving for the sidewalk as we straightened out and sped toward the harbor.

"Put on your seat belt," she said, and I realized I was clutching the seat with both hands. I quickly obeyed; the snap as the belt connected was loud in the darkness. she took a sharp left, racing forward, blowing through several stop signs without a pause, woman are crazy drivers man.

But I felt utterly safe and, for the moment, totally unconcerned about where we were going. I stared at her face in profound relief, relief that went beyond my sudden deliverance, my booty was safe. I studied her flawless features in the limited light, it occurred to me that her expression was murderously angry. "Are you okay?" I asked

"No," she said curtly, and her tone was livid.

"Ryan?" she asked, her voice tight, controlled.

"Yeah?"

"Are you all right?" she still didn't look at me, but the fury was plain on her face man she was overprotective.

"Yes my booty is safe." she gave a slight chuckle at that and eased up a bit.

Amanda sighed, and finally opened her eyes.

"Better?"

"Not really."

"Well what's wrong?" I asked knowing what was wrong.

"I don't like people like that at all and I would love to just turn around and just...." she trailed off. "What are you doing?" I asked.

"I'm taking you to dinner." she smiled slightly, but her eyes were hard. she stepped out of the car and slammed the door. She was waiting for me on the sidewalk. apparently she had already informed Mike and Eric she was going to take me out so they had already left. She walked to the door of the restaurant and held it open with an obstinate expression. Obviously, there would be no further discussion. I walked past her into the restaurant with a sigh. I've become the woman of this relations.h.i.+p somehow.

The restaurant wasn't crowded - it was the off-season in Port Angeles. The host was female, and I understood the look in her eyes as she a.s.sessed me. She welcomed me a little more warmly than necessary. Man I just wanted some pizza hut. "A table for two?" Her voice was alluring, whether she was aiming for that or not. She led us to a table big enough for four in the center of the most crowded area of the dining floor.

I was about to sit, but Amanda shook her head at me. "Perhaps something more private?" she insisted quietly to the host. I wasn't sure, but it looked like she smoothly handed her a tip. I'd never seen anyone refuse a table except in old movies.

"Sure." She sounded as surprised as I was. She turned and led us around a part.i.tion to a small ring of booths - all of them empty. "How's this?"

"Perfect." she flashed a beautiful smile.

We sat down at our table and then our server arrived, her face expectant. The hostess had definitely dished behind the scenes, and this new girl didn't look disappointed. She flipped a strand of short black hair behind one ear and smiled with unnecessary warmth.I could have swore I heard Amanda releasing a little growl from across the table. so cute they growl.

"h.e.l.lo. My name is Amber, and I'll be your server tonight. What can I get you to drink?" I didn't miss that she was speaking only to me.

She looked at me.

"I'll have a c.o.ke." I said.

"Two c.o.kes," she said.

"I'll be right back with that," she a.s.sured me with another unnecessary smile. But Amanda didn't see it. she was watching me.

"What?" I asked when she left.

Her eyes stayed fixed on my face. "How are you feeling?" "I'm fine," I replied "I've always been very good at repressing unpleasant things." Right on cue, the waitress appeared with our drinks and a basket of breadsticks. She stood with her back to Amanda she placed them on the table.

"Are you ready to order?" she asked me. honestly if she knew what kind of scary face Amanda was making behind I don't think she would be so rude. "Just some pepperoni pizza please." she left with our order and I turned to Amanda who was still staring at me.

"Really, I'm not going into shock," I protested.

"You should be - a normal person would be. You don't even look shaken." she seemed unsettled. she stared into my eyes, and I saw how light her eyes were, lighter than I'd ever seen them, golden b.u.t.terscotch. "Usually you're in a better mood when your eyes are so light," I commented, trying to distract her from whatever thought she had.

she stared at me, stunned. "What?"

"You're always crabbier when your eyes are black - I expect it then," I went on. "I have a theory about that."

Hers eyes narrowed. "theory?"

"Mm-hm." I chewed on a breadsticks and smugly smiled. "And?" she prompted.

But then the waitress strode around the part.i.tion with my food. I realized we'd been unconsciously leaning toward each other across the table, because we both straightened up as she approached. She set the dish in front of me - it looked pretty good.

"You were saying?" she asked.

"I'll tell you about it in the car. If..." I paused.

"There are conditions?" she raised one eyebrow, her voice ominous.

"I do have a few questions, of course."

"Of course."