As Taryn sat there, patiently waiting for Dylan to spit out whatever it was he was thinking, she witnessed several emotions fly across his face. A warm smile, a look of terror, and mass panic. This was all before his phone buzzed in his pocket and he was forced to dig around for it.
Concern swelled in her when he opened his phone and cursed, though it was quickly banished while she masked it under a glare. They'd hardly even spent any time together and he was fleeing, whether he had a viable reason or not this was... just plain rude.
The fact that that stupid ache returned to her chest, as if he'd done similar things to her before, didn't help his case.
Taryn didn't even have time to respond to him before he kissed her and all but ran from the restaurant. At least he had tossed his money on the table, as well. Enough for her to enjoy her free sandwich and toss back a few drinks while she thought about how much she never wanted to see him again.
Dylan was definitely not her type of man. Self-centered, egotistical, a womanizer... and now he ran out on her – probably to see the girlfriend he was cheating on. None of these things were things Taryn wanted, needed, or settled for.
“Come to my shop tomorrow,” she mocked as she glared in the direction he'd fled. Then, with a not so feminine snort, she grumbled, “As if.” Who cared if her heart ached – his presence would only make it worse, if today were any example.