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Why do I sound all nervous and guilty about something?
Oh, maybe because my head was between her legs a week ago on this very bar.
Poppy’s face wrinkles in confusion. “Is she okay?”
I shrug. “How would I know? I don’t stalk her or watch her,” I lie.
Maybe I have been.
She’s turning me into an addict. She’s a drug I want more of but shouldn’t have—can’t have.
“Okay, Mr. Defensive.” She smiles widely. “Is there something you need to tell me? If there is, you know your secret is safe with me. I know Lily can be a little overbearing about things.”
I should tell her.
I need to tell someone to get this off my chest.
And between my sisters, I trust Poppy the most.
I open my mouth to confess, but the bell over the door chimes again, and I turn to see Nan walking in.
“Anyone know where I can hide a dead body?” she shouts, making her way in our direction.
Tucker walks in right behind her.
“Who did you murder?” I ask flatly, rolling my eyes.
“It’s ’bout to be this one,” she states, hiking a thumb over her shoulder where Tucker stands.
“I didn’t do shit,” Tucker defends.
Nan cranes her neck and glares at Tucker.
“Is that Nan’s angry face?” Poppy whispers to me, keeping her eyes on the two of them.
“I think so,” I whisper back.
“You bought the last three bags of the seasoned pretzel twists,” she snaps at him.
He holds his arms out wide. “You know they’re my favorite.”
“Mine too! You only left me with those honey mustard ones. I can’t eat those. They leave my fingers all messy,” Nan explains.
Tucker rolls his eyes. “God forbid. That’s what napkins are for.”
Nan grits her teeth, rearing her arm back as if she’s actually going to punch him.
“Hold on,” Poppy interrupts, stepping between them before she actually throws a fist in his face. I wouldn’t put it past her. “This argument is over pretzels?”
“Yes,” Nan and Tucker shout in unison.
Poppy turns to face Tucker. “You bought three bags, right?” He nods. “Why don’t you give her just one? And when more come in, we can get you some bags for your stash.”
“Why must you be so reasonable?” Tucker whines, stomping a foot on the ground like a petulant child.
I lift my hands to rub my temples. “I can’t believe this is happening right now. Is anyone here for lunch, or are we just here to bullshit?”
Poppy looks down at her watch. “Actually, I have to get back to the school.” She grabs her purse to leave, but she stops before she reaches the door and turns around. “Can you just check on Blair for us when you leave here, Griff?”
