Chapter 31

“He is a bit of a man magnet.” Flynn looked pointedly at Mac. “Case in point.”

Just then, in one of life’s moments of truly regrettable timing, two young women came up to them. Both were clad in running gear. One had a blonde ponytail, the other a short dark bob. One was pushing a sleeping towheaded child in a running stroller. Both were eyeing the table with something approaching covetousness.

“Hi, guys!”

Blonde ponytail approached them with a perky cheerfulness that immediately grated on Flynn’s nerves. Go away! Leave us alone!He wanted to shout at her, because he knew what was coming. Instead he just looked up at her briefly. He didn’t smile. His expression, he knew, voiced a very weary one-word response to her greeting. “What?”

“My friend and I just noticed that it looks like you two might be done with the table, and, well, you can see we have our hands full here.”