Lib Novel Page 93
Burn down a barn hot. Why is my mouth twitching into a smile? “Yeah, kinda.”
“So, who cares. Opposites attract, right?”
“Maybe. It was just…”
“Were you using him for sex?”
She’s teasing, but the question stops me cold.
“Oh my God, were you?” she asks in an interested whisper.
Yes, I was. Holy shit, that’s awful. No wonder Jigsaw decided he’d had enough.
“No. It’s nothing.” I squeeze her arm. “I really have to get back.”
I take a short detour home, cruising by the Horizon Inn. What a shabby looking motel. I stop across the street and study the parking lot for a few minutes.
On the way home, my mind returns to Jigsaw. He said he didn’t do relationships. Claimed he liked me and found me attractive for some reason. Gave me high marks in all of our lessons. So, was I really using him? Or was he using me? He promised to help me, then bailed. I was so stupid for asking him to do that in the first place. Who does that?
I pass the restaurant he took me to the night I was so distraught about Laurel, and it only makes me feel worse about the situation.
“Oh, Margot, I’m glad you’re home.” Dad steps out of his office to greet me as I come in the back door.
His urgent tone promptly drags my mind away from my Jigsaw dilemma.
I set my purse and tote bag on the bench by the door, and hurry toward Dad’s office. “What do you need?”
“Can you give the bikers a call?” he asks. “We need that oversized casket brought upstairs. Paul’s busy.” Dad rests his hands on his lower back. “And I tweaked my back. I have a family coming by today and from what they said on the phone, I’ll need to show them that one.”
“Uh, I can move it,” I offer, not sure how the heck I’ll accomplish that all by myself. “No reason to make them ride all the way out here.”
“Margot, it’s heavy and awkward. You might get it on the gurney but guiding it into the elevator by yourself? No. Call them. Marcel said he’d make himself available to us as needed.”
“All right.”
“How was the lecture?” he asks.
“Interesting. The speaker had a lot of out of the box thinking and integrated some interesting ideas into his family’s business.”
A flicker of annoyance crosses my father’s expression. “You’ll have to tell me about it later.”
“Oh, and Justin Packer says hello and said to give him a call.”
He nods quickly. “That’s good. I’m glad you spoke to some people there. How’s April?”
“Good. Still likes her organization.”
“That’s good to hear.” He winces. “I’m going to ice my back before the family gets here.”
“Do you need help?”
“No. Just make that call for me.” Still clutching his back, he walks by me, heading for the kitchen.
My stomach flips at the thought of reaching out to the club. At least I’m calling Teller and not Jigsaw. Based on all the people I saw at Teller’s wedding, there are a lot of bikers in his club. What are the odds Jigsaw’s the one sent here? The way I understood it, Jigsaw’s home club is all the way down in Union. He’s not the one who’d be sent here to do a favor for my dad, right?
Still, the thought nags at me. I don’t want to face Jigsaw again when I have all these weird, unresolved feelings strangling my heart.
A deeper part of me, that I’d rather ignore, desperately wants to see him.