“Just watching out for all of you,” Decker says.
“You’ve been writing too much suspicious crap,” Lucky tells him.
“Look, if she’d shown up five years ago? Before Theo got accidentally famous and Emma fell for Jonas fucking Rutherford and Sabrina hooked up with the guy who made a fortune inventing those self-sealing cereal bags, I’d have been like, cool, whatever, don’t tell Dad who you really are, but now? Now, we’re too close to people who arepeople, you know?”
I have no clue how I keep a straight face through that.
Margiecould buy the whole town and have enough left over for dessert.
“I heard Margie met Jonas and went basically catatonic at work today,” Jack says.
“Can confirm,” I say. “Firsthand witness.”
And it’s mostly true.
She freaked the fuck out.
I know they say she eats sharks for breakfast, but the woman has a soft side. She’s not all steel and meticulous business calculations.
She also makes friends with old ladies and delivers peace offerings to guys she hit while defending herself.
And don’t tell me she has to be doing the housekeeping work she was hired for herself, though I’m still not certain that’s not some angle related to her real day job.
Maybe she’s also undercover to look for an angle for a hostile takeover of the retreat center.
Who knows?
“You almost went catatonic when you first met him too,” Lucky says to Jack.
“I did not,” Jack objects.
“Didn’t you though?”
“I was changing his kid’s diaper the first time I met him. It was the smell.”
That doesn’t make any sense to me initially until I remember that Jonas didn’t know his oldest kid existed for the first almost two years of his life.
Not Emma’s fault, the triplets have told me on more than one occasion. She apparently tried to get in touch with him, but his team didn’t think her messages were real.
Decker looks at me. “So? Find anything?”
Yeah, your sister’s a liar and she’s still hiding something.
She’s also someone who could get past my defenses if she wasn’t lying because I fucking like her. Appreciate her. Respect her. Something. “She makes terrible coffee, but she’s a damn good housekeeper.”
Decker’s eyes narrow like he knows I’m selectively telling the truth. “And?”
“And I’ll keep digging and watching. She made friends at the retreat center with some old lady who’s writing her first book.”
“Dude, yeah, she texted me about that yesterday.” Lucky kicks Decker’s shoe. “She probably would’ve texted you directly if you weren’t so Judgy McJudgypants.”
“She knows Mom and Dad don’t have any money, right?” Decker replies. “That staying in our cabin for a few weeks is all she’s getting?”
“Knock it off,” Jack mutters.
“Taking her side?” Decker mutters back.
“I’m fucking Switzerland, okay?”
