I get it now.
“Jacine, you wanted to use the wedding to deflect from our poly relationship, didn’t you? It’s a lot easier to say that you’re married to one man instead of going to bed with four.”
She blushed, and I knew I was right.
“We embarrass you?” said Rory.
“No,” she said with a little whine. “I’m just not ready to tell the universe I live and sleep with four men.”
“There it is,” said Tobias with a sigh.
“You can’t call it sleeping,” said jerk head Dys.
“You’re not helping,” I said. After a pointed glance at Dys, I sat on the edge of the bed and took her hand.
"Baby, not to point out the obvious, but this is LA. We won't shock anyone with our arrangement. The only thing that will shock them is that we won't hide it. This town loves its secrets, and if you keep hiding what we are, then you personally, Jacine Alexander, will feed the gossip machine. Dys is right. Get dressed. Go to the spa. Anson will get you, and then you'll meet us at the restaurant. Don't worry about a thing except putting a shine on that gorgeous nose of yours."
Jacine gave me a doubtful glance, but after Rory offered to help her with her clothes on, she took the hint and got dressed. Just before she left with Tobias, that lucky stiff, who I'm sure will grab a few kisses in the limo, she gave us all a look and sighed.
“What will you do all day?” she said.
“Don’t worry. We have things to do,” I said. “Get moving.”
“Yeah,” said Dys. “You don’t want lawyer man to get a heart attack from arriving late at work.”
"Oh, good Lord," said Tobias. "Let's go, Jacy before they talk me into an early grave."
“Don’t worry,” said Dys. “We’ll give you a nice funeral.”
“Asshole,” muttered Tobias.
As soon as they left, Dys was on the phone again.
“What are you doing now?”
“Calling Jacine’s stylist. She needs a dress for tonight, doesn’t she?”
“You have the number of Jacine’s personal shopper?” said Rory.
Jersey shrugged. “She dresses me, too.” He looked me over. “Yeah, you could use her services and you too, Holmes.”
“Gee, thanks,” said Rory.
“Now,” said Jersey. There he was taking over like he did when we were kids. “You call Franklin and tell him to set up this shindig right for tonight, and Rory, find a jeweler that will take us on short notice, like now.”
“What does that mean, ‘set this shindig up right?’”
“He’ll know. We spit-balled it a few times.”
Hmm. Jersey hung out with Jacine’s old man from time to time, but I didn’t know he plotted conspiracies with the man. I must keep a closer eye on him. But I don’t have time to ask him questions because he’s firing off a list of instructions to Rose, the stylist, so I make the call, and Franklin was enthusiastic when I told him.
“Great! See you tonight.”
What the hell did that mean?
But we headed to the jeweler Rory found and clutching one of Jacine’s rings Jersey handed it to the jeweler.
“For the size,” Jersey said. “And we’ll need a nice necklace, too.”
