Lib Novel Page 15
“No reason for you to get cold out there.” He jerks his thumb over his shoulder. “Give Jigsaw your number. We’ll text you if we need something.”
I blink rapidly. He wants me to walk up to Jigsaw and give him my number? What if he laughs in my face? Or thinks I’m coming onto him?
Hardly the time for that.
“Sure, uh, okay.” I force a shaky smile. “Can’t I give it to you?”
The corners of his mouth slide up and his eyes crinkle at the corners. The smile of a man whose patience is running thin. “Left my phone in the truck.”
“Right. Okay.”
I hurry out into the cool night.
And run smack into a hard, warm, very tall male body.
“Easy, little one.” Firm hands grip my shoulders, gently holding me steady. “Where’s the fire?” A harsh crack of laughter follows the question.
I peer up into Jigsaw’s cheerful face.
My lips twist with amusement. “Right in there.”
He releases my shoulders but continues staring at me. “Where you going in such a hurry?”
“I got the feeling Rock didn’t want me to stick around.” I swallow hard and stare at his muddy boots. Where exactly were they tonight? “He, uh, wanted me to give you my number. So you can, uh, text or call me if you need something.”
I finally meet his intense eyes again.
“That right?” His voice is low, almost teasing. The corners of his mouth hike up and he flicks his gaze toward the door. “Yeah, follow me.”
He turns and walks toward the row of vehicles in the parking lot. Such a confident, casual swagger. As if he’s not up to something nefarious in the middle of the night.
“Uh, where?” I hurry to keep up with his long stride.
He slows his steps. “My phone’s in the truck.”
“So is Rock’s apparently,” I mutter.
A tall, bearded man’s leaning against the tailgate of the big diesel truck that pulled in earlier. He stiffly pulls away, standing straighter as we approach.
“You all right, motherclucker?” Jigsaw asks.
The man heaves out a long, annoyed breath. “How are you still this chipper?”
“I didn’t get stabbed,” Jigsaw answers in a cheerful tone. “Margot, this is my best friend, Rooster.”
The first introduction of the night.
Rooster sucks in a pained breath and holds out his hand. “How are you, Margot?” He grips my hand in a quick firm shake. “Sorry we got you up in the middle of the night. Appreciate your help, though.”
“Of course.” I blink and drop my gaze to his side. “Are you okay? Did you really get stabbed?”
He flicks an annoyed glance at Jigsaw. “I’ll be fine.” He dips his chin and casts a friendly look my way. “Thank you, darlin’.”
“I can get you gauze or we should at least clean it,” I insist.
His expression doesn’t change. “I’m okay.”
I stare at Jigsaw, maybe he’ll talk some sense into his friend.