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He waves his hand through the air in annoyance. “Grinder was annoying me with his rust or ride bullshit earlier.”
I snort-laugh. Sounds like Grinder. “He’s like a grumpy old papa bear, huh?” I didn’t know Grinder before he went to prison, but from the stories Z tells, Grinder’s always been a wise old owl, handing out advice to the baby owls in his flock. Now that he’s out of prison, assumed the role of Downstate’s sergeant-at-arms, back on his feet, and about to have a baby, he’s returning to his normal, meddlesome, advice-giving self, according to Z.
“Papa bear, my ass,” he grumbles. “I already got Rock for that.”
“Yeah, but Rock won’t give advice unless you ask for it.”
“As it should be.”
Once the bag’s full, he tugs it from my hands. “I got this. My gift to Teller was I’d haul all this down to throw out at CB.”
“Gee, and all I brought was a cash envelope.” I slap his shoulder. “I’ll catch you later.”
I nod and say a quick hello to other guests as I pass them, but the stay the fuck away face I’m wearing seems to keep my path clear.
I round the corner of the house and my gaze immediately lands on Margot.
Fuck, she’s pretty. Who the hell would judge her about anything? Or make her doubt herself so much, she’d ask someone like me for sex tips?
Then my gaze lands on the man sitting next to her on the blanket now. Eazy—a brother from downstate. Fucker’s on the road more than he’s at home but of course he’s here today.
Talking to my girl.
No.
Not my girl.
My student?
No.
Fuck this. Eazy’s road name is the predictable result of him easily talking girls into bed. I don’t need Margot to decide she should ask him for help instead.
“Hey, fucker.” I kick his boot. “Dex is looking for you to help him out.”
He slowly turns his head and stares up at me with irritation written all over his pretty-boy face. “For what?”
“Don’t know.” I pull the keys out of my pocket and dangle them above Margot’s head. “You ready to go, babe?”
She flashes an apologetic smile at Eazy. “Jigsaw promised to drive me home.”
Eazy frowns at drive. I rarely willingly put myself in a cage and all my brothers know it.
“You mean ride, darlin’,” he says.
“She’s not dressed for it, dumbass,” I snarl. I won’t embarrass Margot by telling him she doesn’t ride. It seemed like a personal reason she might not want to share with random people.
I hold out my hand to Margot and help her off the blanket. Still a bit high or maybe her butt’s numb like mine was, she tumbles forward, landing hard against me.
She braces herself with two hands on my chest and looks up at me with the sweetest expression.
“You’ve got frosting on your nose.” I swipe it off with my thumb, then pop it in my mouth.
“It was good cake,” she whispers. “Did you eat any?”
Suddenly, I can think of a very different kind of cake I want to eat.
“Well, then. I better get going.” Eazy springs up. “Nice meetin’ you, Margaret.”
