“Unless you want your ex as much as your current lover,” Dizzy states.
“What?” I glance at Kelsey who mouths a sarcastic noiseless wow. “Do you know that FBI agent?”
“No. And I don’t want to. I’m talking hypothetically.” She talks a million miles an hour and with way too much pep. “About Riot.”
That girl is so on sometimes it makes me worry about what’s underneath.
“Do you think Riot wants her?” Kelsey sounds pained. “It feels like I’m his secret because he’s not ready to acknowledge our relationship to the public. And that everything else is an excuse.” She grabs theoh shitbar as we bounce over the cattle grid. “He said he wanted this to be serious when we were on the plane, but in the past twenty-six hours, he’s made out with Sonatina and let Rochelle throw herself at him without saying anything about being in a relationship.”
“He’s your best friend, and he adores you.” Anyone can see that. “But you know him best. Better than almost anyone. What’s your gut tell you?”
“Ro’s not the public, Summer.” She squeezes her eyes shut, and when she opens them again they’re watery. “I don’t know that I can do this.”
“You think he’s a duck.” Dizzy sits forward.
“What?” Kelsey frowns.
“If he fucks like a duck, and he talks like a duck,” Dizzy says.
“I don’t think it’s fucks,” Ivy says.
“Not the point.” Dizzy brushes it off. “She thinks he’s a duck. She thinks he’s a duck who likes to fuck.”
We speed along the deserted country road toward Devil’s Bend in silence.
I should say something to make this better. “Kels—”
“Rogue is hiding something from me,” Ivy blurts. She glances out the window and swallows. “And that’s after Bianca tried to instigate a threesome as a wedding gift.”
“She did what now?” I almost swerve off the road, twisting to see if Ivy’s joking.
“Do you need me to poison her, sis? I can do that.”
“No.” Ivy pats Dizzy’s hand. “I don’t need that. But I appreciate the offer. I think Bianca just really needs some therapy.”
“She’s been extra lately,” I agree. She’s always been a party girl through and through, but these last few months it seems to have been getting out of control.
“Anyway, Dr. Keller asked Rogue if he had any misgivings or anything and the look on his face… I can tell he’s hiding something from me.”
More quiet settles over the car.
“I’m sure it’s nothing serious.”
“Rogue adores you,” Dizzy says. “It could be he’s keeping one of his extravagant gifts a secret.”
“That could be it.” I can’t imagine it would be anything other than a surprise for his bride.
“Maybe. It’s probably nothing. But after the whole Bianca thing I needed to get out of there for a little while.”
It seems like our men need to get their acts together across the board. I glance at my hand, where the edge of the emerald stone in the engagement ring peeks out from my sleeve. Still stuck there, taunting me. “Should we let Rogue know you’re with us, Ivy? So he doesn’t think you’ve been kidnapped again and freak out?”
“That would be bad,” Dizzy says.
“He has a tracking app on my phone.” Ivy bites her lip. “And I messaged him to tell him I was with you all. He’ll be fine. Where are we going anyway? You didn’t say.”
“She said we’re doing something crazy.” Dizzy crosses the fingers on both hands and holds them up. “Come on cowboy strippers.”
“That’s not that crazy,” Kelsey says.
