Lib Novel Page 25
“I’m going to kill Sparky for not warning you.” He lifts his head, his intense gaze scanning the party.
“I still have one if you want it.” I reach into my purse and pull out the crinkly cellophane-wrapped evil brownie.
He takes it from me and smirks, then turns it to show me the iridescent green sticker on the back in the shape of a marijuana leaf.
“Oh.” Damn, why didn’t I notice that? Would it have mattered if I did? “You can have it.”
“Nah.” He hands it back to me. “I think I better stay clear-headed to watch over you.”
“Watch over me?”
“You said you’ve never done it before.”
“Oh, I’ve done it.” I clap my hand over my mouth and giggle.
Why are you brining up sex when there’s nothing to brag about? My brain is truly scrambled.
His lips twitch with amusement.
“Jiggy! There ya are!” A short, pretty blonde runs up behind Jigsaw and wraps her arms around his neck, halting whatever he was about to say. “Where ya been hiding?”
He reaches up and pats her arm. “I’m hardly hiding, songbird.” He tips his head back and smiles at her. “What’re you up to?”
“I was watching Grace, but she wanted her momma, so Hope took her inside for a nap.”
A nap. Maybe that’s what I need.
“Shelby.” Jigsaw reaches over and taps my arm. “Have you met Margot?”
“Sorry, I’m being rude.” Shelby steps closer, holding out her hand. “Hi, Margot.”
“Margot’s a friend of the club.” Jigsaw tilts his head at me. “Shelby’s Rooster’s fiancée.”
“Oh!” Recognition flits through my fuzzy brain. “I met Rooster.”
Shelby’s eyes narrow slightly.
“Hey, Margot,” Rooster’s deep rumbling voice interrupts. He wraps his arms around Shelby’s waist and leans down to kiss her cheek.
“Hi.” I wiggle my fingers. “How are you?”
Jigsaw stands and pulls Rooster aside, whispering something in his ear. Rooster snorts and glances at me, then nods.
Great, is Jigsaw telling everyone I’m a dope who ate a dope-laced brownie?
“We’re gonna grab food,” Rooster says, taking Shelby’s hand. “You want us to bring you back a plate?” he asks.
I clutch my stomach and shake my head.
“Nice to meet ya, Margot,” Shelby says. “I’m sure I’ll see you again before the night’s over.”
When they’re out of earshot, I lean over to Jigsaw. “Did you have to tell him?”
“I tell Rooster everything.” He doesn’t even bother denying it and he doesn’t look embarrassed.
“Everything?”
The corner of his mouth lifts. “Almost everything.” His expression flattens into something more serious. “I wanted to let him know so he can ask Sparky to stop handing out those damn brownies.”