Twist the Knife (Lost Kings MC #24)

He shrugs.

We walk all the way around the truck. The owner grins at me.

“How you doing, Margot?” He stands and nods at Jigsaw. “You going to introduce me to your fella?”

I let out an awkward chuckle. Should I correct him? No, he probably saw us kiss earlier, that’ll be weird if I say he’s just a friend.

While I’m debating it, Jigsaw introduces himself and compliments the truck.

Burt eyes Jigsaw up and down. “You’re a big fella, aren’t ya?”

Jigsaw’s eyes widen and he quickly stares down at his boots. “Damn, I guess so.”

Burt grins wide and laughs, then winks at me as if giving me his approval.

“I’ll keep an eye on your car, Margot,” Burt says to me. “You two go look around.”

“Thanks.”

Jigsaw takes my hand again and we move on to the next car—a purple Corvette. “I love these. If I ever decide to get another classic, it’ll be a Corvette.”

And then I can’t stop rambling about engines, bodywork, and restoration. Jigsaw’s quiet but keeps his head cocked my way the whole time. Almost like he doesn’t want to miss a word.

“Sorry,” I finally say. “I didn’t mean to keep talking.”

“I’m listening to everything you say.” He squeezes my hand. “How’d you get into classic cars?”

“The T-bird was my grandmother’s.”

He stops and stares at me. “Really? It’s been in your family that long?”

I nod quickly. “Yup. Dad was convinced he’d sell it after she passed.” A slight smile tugs at my lips as I recall the way his jaw dropped when we sat down at the lawyer’s office for the reading of her will. “But she left it to me.”

“Was he mad?”

“No. Just surprised.” I glance around at the line of classic cars rolling down the street, searching for places to park. “Speaking of surprises, there seem to be way more cars tonight than I anticipated.”

His gaze follows mine, and he nods. “Seems that way. That’s a good thing, though, right?” He gestures to the shops lined along either side of the street. “More business for the locals?”

“Yes. More variety in vehicles too.”

The corners of his mouth lift. “You thirsty? I could use a drink.”

“A little.” I point to the diner. “Their lemonade is really good.”

“I’ll grab it.” He lifts his chin to the line of cars in front of us. “While I’m gone, make a plan for what other cars you want to see.” He circles one finger in the air, his relaxed smile making it clear he’s game for whatever I choose.

“That’s easy. All of them.”

Jigsaw

Laughing, I hurry into the diner. Of course she wants to see all of them. I do too, honestly. It’s fun listening to her get so animated about cars.

I don’t want to leave her alone for too long, so I don’t bother checking out the menu and just order two lemonades.

The gray-haired man behind the counter nods to my cut. “What’d you roll in with tonight, sir?”

“Nothing.” I swipe my card through the reader without looking at the total. “My girlfriend’s got a yellow Thunderbird.”