As she leans in on tiptoes and whispers something in Theo’s ear. I can’t hear it, but Theo closes his eyes.
I stare dumbfounded as Alyssa wraps her arms around Theo and places a kiss on his cheek. She’s just about to go for his mouth when I yank his arm, jerking him toward me.
Alyssa loses her balance and is forced to let go to keep herself upright. I smile, imagining her falling on her ass. But she doesn’t. She’s annoyingly graceful.
Theo just looks between us when I say, “Well, we were just about to get some refreshments. Thanks for stopping by.”
I dismiss Alyssa with a toss of my head and guide Theo by the hand toward the concession stands. He’s literally as still as a statue and blank as an android.
Alyssa, however, gets in the last word.
She coos. “Bye, baby. I can’t wait to see your play next week. Call me.”
“Yeah, okay. Sounds good,” Theo, the autobot responds.
She waggles her hand in that Parade Princess way and turns to leave, as I tug Theo in the opposite direction.
I’m seeing red by the time we get to the concession stand and can’t contain my Irish-redheaded temper.
“What the hell was that about, Theo? Are you still in love with her?”
And the next three words he utters sends my hope crashing to the ground and has me questioning everything we’ve shared together over the last month.
“I don’t know.”
