About all of them.
I want to figure this out.
I want to figure it out almost more than I want to see the look on Chandler Sullivan’s face after I put a giant-ass bee on the building that built him.
“No,” Sabrina finally says.
“The woman who made the wedding go viral isn’t Ms. Cheerios?”
“Correct.”
“Who is she?”
“I didn’t tell you anything about her.”
“Why not?”
“Because I was too hurt and mad at her when we met to find a different story for what happened, and I didn’t want to talk about her.”
I don’t know if I believe her or not. The story rings true, but that doesn’t mean it’s not another puzzle. “What else do you know about her?”
“Nothing.”
“Because you forgot?”
“Yep. I’m off gossip.”
“You just made sure I knew I was talking to the second-biggest villain in town. Are you sure you’re off gossip?”
“It’s my new life mission to get everyone off of gossip. Best way to do that is to make sure other people who gossip know the consequences of their actions.”
She doesn’t ask who I think is the biggest villain in town.
But I’m watching her in the rearview mirror.
I know that little phrase landed. I’m nearly certain she’s curious what I meant and has her own suspicions.
“You saved me from walking into a trap and potentially telling all of my deepest, darkest secrets to someone who’d spill them on the internet,” I say. “This feels like using your powers for good.”
She slams on the brakes, and I realize we’re here.
Back in the little neighborhood.
“Here you go,” she says. “Front door service. Thank you for flying Jitter Airlines. Be sure to watch your head as you depart.”
“Was any of it the truth?”
She meets my gaze again, and she doesn’t have to answer me.
I can see it in thewho do you think you are to get all of my truth?in her bright green eyes. “That’s for me to know and people who trust me to find out. Now, get out before I take back the gift card Jitter gave you and use it for having my car dry-cleaned instead.”
“I didn’t want to be your good deed for the day again.”
“I don’t want you to be my good deeds again either. So stop needing me, please.”
She doesn’t mean it.
Notrudely, anyway.
