NOT What I Was Expecting by Tallulah Anne Scott Read Free Book Online

what
was going on, and Fry was looking very smug – as if I had just confirmed
something he already suspected.  I may have mentioned earlier that Fry has some
deficiencies in the thought process department.  It’s also true that he has
this idiot savant quality when it comes to reading people where their emotions
are concerned.  It’s uncanny, a little eerie and at the moment, a pain in the
butt!
    “Since you’re
starving, you go ahead and go to lunch.  We’ll have a nice chat when you come
back.  Okay?” Fry asked as innocently as he could manage.
    I scooped up our
purses, grabbed CeCe’s arm, and headed for the car.  “C’mon, I’ll drive.  I
feel like tacos today.  How about you?  Tacos sound good?”
    CeCe was still
trying to grasp exactly what was going on but allowed me to usher her as far as
the car door without protest.  That was the end of the line.
    “I’ll go quietly
on one condition,” CeCe negotiated.  “You have to spill, and I mean
everything.  That includes an explanation for that smirk on Fry’s face.”
    “Of course, CeCe,”
I assured her.  “I was going to tell you, but the shop was so busy, and I
didn’t want to start and not get to finish.  Then customers just kept coming
and coming, which normally I’m glad to see, but today, not so much.”
    Once in the car,
we shot over to Casa Del Taco.  It’s close to the shop, inexpensive, and
delicious.  What more can you ask for in life?  After we loaded our trays with
tacos, tostados, quesadillas, and diet sodas, we grabbed a booth and went to
town Mexican style.  Between bites I went into detail about my trip to the
Build-N-Fix-It.  I related the conversation I overheard between Fry and Great
Voice Guy, my attempt to get a look at him, and the embarrassing impression I
made.  Then I poured out my heart-felt apology for not being more sympathetic
and supportive when CeCe was pining away for Ben, or feeling bad about saying
stupid stuff in his presence.  We both vowed we would work on chilling our
image where gorgeous guys were concerned.  Unfortunately, we weren’t sure how
to go about it.  After we finished our lunch and refilled our drinks, we headed
back to the shop.  CeCe graciously allowed that I should tell Fry as much or as
little as I wanted about my interest in his friend Luke.
    As we entered the
shop, Fry was bagging a purchase for the customer at the register.
    “And I feel silly
trying to rush it, but I honestly don’t think I’ll make it waiting a few more
months to start showing.  I want the world to know I’m pregnant.”  This came from
the customer waiting for Fry to hand her the bag.  Her jeans fit her nicely and
appeared to be a size zero. 
    “Well, Brittany, I
think you’re well on your way to letting the world know you’re expecting,” Fry
confided.  “It’s true you still have a while before you’ll be showing since you
are only two weeks along, but I think wearing the ‘Bundle Below’ t-shirt you
bought will give the world a hint.  Now you take care and come back to see us
when you find you’re starting to fit into these clothes and your other stuff is
too tight, okay?”
    We all said bye to
Brittany as she bounced out of the shop.
    “Did you have a
nice lunch?”  When I looked up from stashing my purse, I saw Fry had punctuated
that question with a repeat appearance of his earlier smirk.
    “Yes, we did,” I
answered all perky, ignoring the smirk.  “We went to Casa Del Taco.  You like
them, don’t you?  We could have brought you something, but you didn’t seem
interested.  They have the best tacos and quesadillas.  You like their stuff right? 
You’re probably getting hungry with all this talk about tacos.  Why don’t I run
down the street, and get you some.  It seems silly for you to be sitting here
hungry when they’re so close.  It’ll only take a minute.  How many would you
like?”
    “Damn, woman.  You
seem to have found some of those words you