Page 184 of Repairing the Wreckage

Jigsaw scowls at his sister. “Why are you back there?”

“I was helping.” She rolls her eyes. “I’ve tended bar. I know what I’m doing.”

Jiggy huffs an annoyed breath but doesn’t argue. The two of them never seem to get along.

“She taught me how to make a Paloma,” Molly says.

“Anyone bother you tonight, Molly?” he asks.

“No.”

He pats the knife at his side. “Just let me know.”

Her eyes widen and then she bursts into laughter. “Will do.”

“I’m afraid to ask,” I mutter.

“While you were off frolicking with ring bunnies, your girl was gettin’ groped by customers,” Jigsaw says.

“For fuck’s sake,” Rooster mutters.

“What?” Jigsaw’s eyes widen until he looks like a cartoon of an overgrown, innocent child. “He asked.”

“Actually, I said I was afraid to ask,” I point out.

“Which is code for tell me more.” He flashes a serial killer smile at me.

“Lord.” Jezzie tips her head back and raises her hands toward the ceiling. “I can not with him. So rude.”

“I’m blunt,” Jigsaw insists. “There’s a difference.”

“Not really,” Jezzie says.

Molly shakes with laughter. “Have you met my brother? That’s why they don’t like each other. They’re too similar.”

“I take offense to that,” Jigsaw says.

Jezzie leans close to Molly. “If you need help, holler. I’ll go work the other end.”

“Thank you.”

Molly moves to the center of the bar to help someone else. Jigsaw and Rooster move in closer, boxing me in, which I can’t say I’m thrilled about.

“How’s this Vegas thing going down?” Jigsaw asks.

I stare at him, surprised he gives a fuck since he basically just called me an asshole. “Why do you care?”

“Don’t get twisted because I busted your nuts.” He casts a look Shelby’s way. “We all know you’ve been exonerated from cheating on your sweet little girlfriend.”

Shelby’s grave face peeks around Rooster’s side. “I wish you woulda come an’ talked to me before you did that show. I coulda warned you those maggots are devious as all get-out.”

One corner of my mouth hikes up. I appreciate the sentiment, but even with the warning, I still probably would’ve done the show. “Molly likes to refer to them as demon clowns.”

She hoots with laughter. “Damn straight they are. Bloodsucking demon clowns. All of ’em. Seriously, though, it musta been rough.” She holds out her fist and I tap my knuckles against hers. “Reality survivor club.”

“Thanks. Don’t tell me you watched it?”

“Hell naw. But I caught some of your fights.”

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