Page 180 of Knot What I Expected

Frank looks up from behind the counter.

“Gabby.”

“I heard her.”

“She's a paying customer. Bring her the fries,” he says and drops them on a red plastic tray.

I glare at him.

Asshole.

“Fine.”

I grab the tray and add some paper plates, and I carry them over.

“Here you go.”

I set everything down.

“Enjoy.”

I'm already turning away when fingers close hard around my wrist.

My entire body locks.

Every survival instinct I possess explodes awake. I look down. Lindsey is holding me.

“Let go of me.”

“You think you're better than me, don't you?”

“What?”

Her eyes are bright. Too bright.

Angry, yes.

But beneath that?

Humiliation.

Fear.

Pain.

I force myself not to yank away hard enough to hurt her.

“Look, Lindsey, I don't know you.” I keep my voice low. “I'm sorry for whatever you're going through, but it has nothing to do with me.”

Her fingers tighten.

“Yeah, right.”

One bridesmaid shifts uncomfortably.

“Linds—”

“Shut up!”