Stand Off At The In-N-Out
Start Reading Nancy’s Story Here.
“Fawn knows all about football, don’t you, Fawn?” Ted beamed at the blonde over his half eaten burger and fries.
Nancy snorted.
Which brought her to everyone’s attention.
“Sorry,” she blushed, cursing herself under her breath, “allergies.”
Yeah, she was allergic to Ted telling the world how great his so called friend was. Fawn this and Fawn that was all they had heard for the past hour. It was grating on her nerves.
As the girl’s name had from the start.
Who outside of the Playboy mansion was called an insipid name like Fawn?
“You like football?” Patrick, seated beside Nancy, straightened in interest.
Crap, the girl was winning over Patrick, as impossible as that seemed.
“I much prefer table tennis.” A dainty hand curled around Ted’s biceps. “What about you, Nancy?”
She preferred the blonde take up skydiving but… “I don’t play any sports.” Or games for that matter. Nancy knew what Ted’s “friend” was trying to do. Get her to choose between Patrick and Ted. Like that choice was up to her. “I’m not very athletic.”
“Oh, I don’t know about that,” Patrick was grinning, “Nancy is quite the little dancer. Stanley said…” He stopped when Nancy’s foot connected with his shin.
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Read more about a much older Nancy, Anne’s business partner, in Breach Of Trust, available May 2008.
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