Twist the Knife - Page 162

Most of the people remaining I trust. Jezzie’s been hanging out with Shelby and two of the wives from our would-be support club—Ella and Juliet.

“She seems to be having fun, now,” Rooster says, watching the girls.

“Yeah, I know. It’s me. I’m the problem,” I grumble.

He blows out a breath. “I didn’t say that.”

I tap my phone and check the time. Margot should be done or close to it by now. I meant what I said to Dex earlier. She could use a fun night out. “When are the races starting?” I ask.

“Any time now.”

I pull myself out of the picnic bench. “Will you keep an eye on Jezzie?”

“You know it.”

“I’ll be right back.”

I walk out to the parking lot in the hope that it’ll be quieter. It’s not. More people are still arriving. I wave hello to a few guys I know, but keep moving until I get to my bike.

Margot answers right away. “Hi, Jigsaw.”

Satan help me. The way she says my name in that breathy little voice grabs me by the balls. “I miss you.”

She sighs into the phone. “I miss you too. How’s it going?”

“How’d your day go?” I ask instead.

“Long. Depressing. But we’re almost done with the cleanup here.”

“Do you need help?”

“No. You’re with your sister.” She pauses. “You are with her, right?”

“Yeah, but she’s been pissy with me all day.”

“Why? What’d you do?”

This woman knows me too well already. “Now, why do you assume I’m the problem.”

She’s silent.

“Well, I picked her up on my bike and we rode here,” I answer, trying to picture Margot’s face. “She wasn’t comfortable. Said she’s never ridden that long before which I know isn’t true. But she’s refusing to ride home.” I’m not going to get into what Shelby told me over the phone.

Margot laughs for several long seconds. “Do you want to borrow my car?”

“I can get my hands on a car.” I want to see Margot. Be with her. Introduce her to my sister. Not borrow her damn car. “That’s not why I called.”

“I don’t mind.”

“Why don’t you come to Zips with me?”

“You want to leave your bike here and take my car?”

Shit, yeah, I guess I have to. “That’s fine.”

“All right. I’ll get ready.”

Margot