Page 69 of The Spy Ring

“I usually don’t like to gloat, but that advice was really good. I couldn’t stop thinking about it, it was fantastic,” he said, his voice deepening as he inched toward me.

“And the way you, um, said it. So many different ways. I never realized I could see things like that. You really have a knack for advice.” I bit my lip and took a quick peek at his jeans zipper, but was more interested in what was behind the zipper.

“Huh, I never knew you were so good at giving advice, Jagger? Maybe you can help convince Tiffany to let David be in the wedding.”

That cooled me down like a bucket of ice directed at my vagina.

“I already gave you my answer on that, Morgana. Yes, David has made a lot of progress, even in the weeks since you asked, but I don’t—”

Morgana turned to me with her hands on her hips. “The ceremony isn’t even that long.”

I glanced up at Jagger and could tell he was holding back whatever he was thinking.

I waved my hand at Jagger. “Out with it. I know you have an opinion on this.”

“Screw Edgar,” Jagger mumbled before turning his eyes up to mine. “I think Morgana’s right. Have you even asked David?”

I slid my tongue over my teeth as I plucked up a rose from a vase. “No, but that doesn’t mean—”

“Give him a chance.” Jagger walked over and placed his hand on my shoulder.

He was right. This was exactly what David yelled at me about the other week. As much as I feared it would be too much for David, I had to at least ask if he wanted to be a groomsman. This was his decision, not mine.

“I should . . . I mean, I will.” I turned to Morgana as a smile took over her face. “I’m sorry, David may be getting bigger and stronger with each day, but I can’t help but still worry about him. I’ll ask him tonight when he gets home from Diego’s house.”

Morgana jumped up and down, clapping her hand.

“Yay! I promise that we will have a chair nearby if he needs to take a rest. Oh, Henrik will be so happy.” Morgana wrapped her arms around me for a big squeeze.

“What are you two doing right now? We should celebrate. Everything is going to be perfect at this wedding. The cake, the flowers,” she gave the florist a smile, “the groomsman. Everything. I just wish Henrik would tell me where it’s taking place.”

I sucked in my lips so I wouldn’t let my smile show. Henrik wanted the wedding location to be a surprise, and I knew Morgana would love it. It was going to be an intimate affair at her favorite bakery, Got Cake. Where right after they say I do, they feed each other a piece of cake.

She really was having the best wedding.

“Actually, I wanted to show Jagger something back at my place.”

“Okay, we’ll all head over there and then I’ll take you both to lunch. My treat.” Morgana’s eyes bounced between us.

I gazed at Jagger. He wasn’t happy. With a tightening jaw, I knew what he wanted me to say, but I didn’t really want to tell everyone yet.

It was just sex. What if it got back to David? He cared for Jagger. It would break his heart if the thing between us fizzled out.

“I really need to show Jagger in private.” I frowned unable to come up with a better excuse.

“That’s weird. Why would you need to show him something in private?” Morgana said before chuckling.

“Because what she wants to show me is in her panties, and I would like to show her what I have under my clothes, too,” Jagger said.

My eyes widened as Morgana’s mouth dropped open. I could hear the muffled giggle from the florist behind us.

My cheeks heated and I narrowed my eyes at him. “Jagger!”

“Oh, I get it now,” Morgana said.

I rolled my eyes. Morgana was nice and a bit goofy, but sometimes it took her a while to process things.

“What?” Jagger said, challenging me.

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