Page 113 of Sinful Skulls
“You sure?”
“Yep.” Dan pats me on the back. “I’ll see you guys soon.”
“Well, thanks, man. I appreciate that,” I tell him as I grab my cut and head out the door.
Jackson waits for me as I take a quick shower and shave. He’s looking his best; I can’t have him outdoing me. By the time we pull up to the warehouse, it’s almost dusk.
“Daisy and I won’t be able to stay out very late. I’m surprising her with a last-minute trip to Paris tonight.”
“What? That’s some romance novel shit right there.”
“Yep. She left early this morning to help Elizabeth, so I had plenty of time to book flights and pack our bags.”
He laughs, shaking his head. “This is something else.”
“Do you think she’ll be surprised?”
“Yep. I think tonight is definitely going to be a surprise,” he says as he opens his door.
“Fuck, it’s dead around here,” I say as we head inside.
Raffe and Rachel are all dressed up and sitting on the couch when we step through the door.
“Fuck yeah, are you guys going out with us?” I ask, looking around for Daisy and Willow.
Rachel stands and walks over to me. “Brody, you clean up real good.” She pats my vest, then she pulls out the wedding ring Iasked her to hold on to for me after I bought it. “You better give this to Jackson.”
I take the box, looking at him. “Um, no offense, but I don’t trust him not to lose it. Do you remember how many dental retainers he lost when he was a teenager?”
“That’s true,” she says, grabbing the box from me. “I’ll keep it until we get there.”
Again, I glance at the other two people in the room. Neither seem to be very concerned about her strange behavior. She grabs her purse and heads toward the door. Raffe and Jackson turn and follow her.
What the fuck is going on?
“We’re taking my car,” she says over her shoulder before getting in the driver’s seat.
I smack Jackson on the arm. “What the fuck, dude?” I ask quietly.
“Just get in.” He shrugs like he doesn’t know what’s going on either.
Everyone’s quiet as we drive. “Where are the girls?” I finally ask.
“They’re already there,” Rachel says, turning onto a country road.
“Are we going to JD’s?” I lean over and ask Jackson.
He shakes his head and looks at Rachel in the rearview mirror. “How long are you going to torture him, Ma?”
Torture me?
They all laugh.
“Okay, what’s going on?” I ask, looking at the fireflies outside the window. “Do you want some of those little fuckers for your room?” I laugh at my own joke, and Jackson joins me.
She pulls over on the side of the road and turns in her seat. I duck knowing what’s coming, because it’s not the first backhanded swat I’ve earned in my day.
“You’re getting married, and I’m going to walk you down the aisle,” she deadpans.
