Get a life.
My eyes roll.
Cute, Declan. Do you always invade Iris’s privacy like this?
Iris
Only when you’re texting her while she is napping.
Since when does she nap?
Iris
She wasn’t feeling well.
I’ll call her later.
Without Iris to entertain me, I’m left to play Candy Crush until Isabelle deems me worthy enough to have my order taken.
“What do you want?” She props her hand on her hip.
I pass her my menu. “A turkey club and a side of french fries, please.”
She scribbles the order on her tiny pad before leaving.
A white-haired man with a set of crutches struggles to open the front door, so I jump out of my seat to help him.
“You.” He sneers.
My smile widens. “Sheriff Hank. What a nice surprise.”
“Can’t say the same about you.” His eyes narrow.
“Don’t tell me you’re still holding a grudge against me after the incident Alana and I had with your police cruiser.” I only nicked his car with my side mirror, but he never forgave me.
I keep the door open while he hobbles into the diner with his crutches.
He shakes his head. “You should have stayed away. That girl has been through enough as it is between you and Victor.”
My smile falls. “Victor?”
Hank’s brows furrow as his mouth clamps shut.
“Who the hell is Victor?” I ask with a low voice.
Is that who you saw kissing Lana near Last Call?
Hank tries to circle around me, but I step in his path.
He looks up with a pinched expression. “Get out of my way.”
“Not until you tell me who Victor is and what he has to do with Alana.”
You already know who he is.
My fingers curl into themselves. Hank huffs and puffs his way around me, only to be blocked every time.
His gaze cuts into me. “Cut it out or I’ll call someone down at the station to come arrest you for being a public nuisance.”