Forget Prince Charming

“Oh, probably something to do with your geek-hunting project. And that nauseating conversation I overheard at the computer store today.”

She scowled at him. “I thought we were calling a truce, neighbor.”

“Truce or no truce, you can’t just leave me hanging.”

“Oh, I don’t know. I think I could leave you hanging very easily.” She stared pointedly at him.

Rick laughed. “By my neck at the end of a rope, you mean?”

“It’s sounding awfully tempting, yes.”

“For such a little thing, you can be pretty blood-thirsty.” Rick’s eyes glinted with mischief. He opened his mouth, no doubt intending to provoke her further.

The screech of her chair sliding back from the table cut off whatever he might have said. She smiled determinedly. “I guess we’re through here.” She stood up and folded the empty pizza box over, dropping empty cans and dirty napkins on top of it. Balancing the mass, she turned to dump it into the trash. “Well, Rick. It’s been fun. I’m sorry you had to leave so suddenly, but I understand how things can be. Don’t be a stranger. Really.” She smiled winningly at him, hoping he’d simply follow her lead.

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