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“As long as it ain’t my momma, I’m all for it,” Shelby mutters.
“It’s not Angelina,” Rooster says slowly. “Dawson’s been making progress with her.”
Shelby titters with laughter.
“It’s not Heidi’s friend Dawn. She’s got a kid, and you’re morally opposed to raising crotch goblins.”
“Yes, I am.” I nod.
Shelby shakes her head. “Rude. But also, same.”
“It’s not Shadow’s wife, Myra, because that’d be really fucked up, even for you,” Rooster says, still drilling twin holes into my forehead.
“Look, stop trying to guess.” I pull a helpless puppy face. “And give me some advice.”
“What advice do you need?” Rooster’s tone is so serious, I almost believe he’s not fucking with me.
“Did I catch monogamy from you two? Or did I get hexed from, you know, being with her too many times in a row?”
“Jiggy!” Shelby slaps her hand against the table. “What in the hell’s wrong with you?”
Rooster narrows his gaze, his face getting all pinched like it does when he’s thinking really hard. “He’s being obnoxious to mask his real feelings. Because feelings make him uncomfortable.”
“Look who woke up thinking he’s Sigmund Freud today,” I quip.
“Is that true, Jiggy?” Shelby asks.
“No, I’m a naturally gifted comedian,” I answer in a this should be obvious tone.
“You’re really not,” Rooster says.
Shelby stands. “All right, I’m getting my cards. The universe will help us get to the bottom of this.” She points a sassy finger at me. “Don’t move.”
“Yes, songbird.”
As soon as she clears the room, Rooster leans forward. “It’s Margot, isn’t it?”
I tilt my head and blink at him.
“Don’t try that I’m-so-innocent face on me,” he warns. “Teller’s gonna kill you if you fuck stuff up with our access to the oven.”
“No shit.” I take a breath. “She and I already talked about that before anything…” I shake off that train of thought. “Nothing’s getting fucked up.” Then, in the most serious tone I’ve probably used with Rooster since his uncle died, I admit, “I think I’m falling in love with her.”
Holy shit. Did I just really say that?
He opens his mouth.
I hold my hands in the air. “I know. I always said I’m incapable of that. My heart’s still black and shriveled but she seems to like it that way.”
He chuckles, then takes a big breath, like he’s relieved. “Good. You deserve someone who appreciates you. You’re too unique to be wasted on someone boring.”
“Hah, so you admit I’m special.”
“Definitely special.” He wipes the sarcastic expression off his face. “So that’s why the twenty questions about Shelby and me?”
“Yeah. It started out like a friendly arrangement situation.” I’ll go to my grave before I’d betray Margot and share that she asked me to help her get better at sex. Not even with Rooster. “But now I just want to…see her all the time. Be around her.” Smell her hair. “Do stuff with her—outside of the bedroom. Although, that’s usually where we end up.”
“So what’s the problem?”
