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“Don’t get Sparky in trouble. He was so nice to us.”
He ducks his head and laughs. “Fuckin’ Sparky.”
“Margot! There you are.” My father’s frazzled voice rushes up behind me.
Another wave of dizziness sloshes around my stomach.
I brace myself against the table and turn. As my father gets closer, I straighten my spine and try to erase all evidence that I’m high from my face.
“Hi, Dad! What’s up?” I ask in a cartoonishly chipper tone.
Jigsaw cough-laughs into his fist.
I’d kick him if I didn’t think I’d fall off the bench.
When I don’t immediately jump up, my father frowns. “I received a call for a pick-up. I have to go but?—”
“I can take her home, Mr. Cedarwood. No problem,” Jigsaw offers.
My father seems…relieved? He tilts his head and stares at Jigsaw. “It’s a long drive. Are you sure?”
Jigsaw nods. “I remember how to get there.”
Dad frowns, his gaze sliding between us. “Is that okay with you, Margot?”
“Yes,” I answer a little too fast.
He stares at Jigsaw for a few beats. “If you’re sure…”
“I haven’t been drinking, sir,” Jigsaw answers like the most responsible college boy in the dorm. “I’m good to take her home whenever she says she’s ready to go.”
Surprisingly, my father seems satisfied. “Well, I hate to make you leave early.” He glances at Jigsaw again. “If you’re sure you don’t mind.”
“It’s really not a problem.” Jigsaw lifts his chin. “I promised Teller I’d be available to give rides to any guest who needed one tonight.”
“Well, that’s very nice of you.” My father holds out his hand and Jigsaw shakes it quickly. “Thank you, Jensen.”
Jensen. That’s his name. Jensen. I like that.
“All right.” My father nods at me. “I’ll see you later.”
“Do you need me to help?” Please let the answer be no. I don’t think I could stand up straight for two minutes let alone prep a body right now.
“No. Paul’s meeting me there. And I called Rudy in. You enjoy a night off.”
I nod quickly. “Okay.”
I lazily track my father’s movements as he stops to speak to Rock, then Teller and Charlotte.
“You okay?” Jigsaw asks.
“No, I feel really spinny.” I loop my fingers through the air next to my head a few times.
“You want to go inside and take a nap?”
I slide my gaze to the big farmhouse that suddenly looks miles away. Nap in someone’s house during their wedding? That seems like poor guest etiquette. “No.”
He pulls out his phone and taps the screen several times.
