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“How much time do you have?” I defaulted to jackass. Had a smile to go with it and everything.
She groaned, her eyes searching the clouds for help from a higher power. “Pulling her ponytails won’t make her like you, Remy.”
I opened my mouth to say something rude about how I could, in fact, pull ponytails in such a way that could make a woman fall in love, but?—
“It’s fine,” Jessa said, studiously ignoring me. “Come on, Cass—you owe me a strawberry shortcake.”
Cass let out a breath that seemed to calm her down, but before anyone could speak, a gaggle of old church ladies crowded her and started yammering about the wedding.
I looked to Jessa, but she hooked her arm in Henry’s.
“Strawberry shortcake can wait,” she said, making hard eye contact with him. “You owe me an outrageously sized stuffed animal.”
Henry glanced at me warily. “All right.”
“Hang on,” I said, before they’d taken two steps. “Jessa, could I...would you mind if I had a minute with you? Alone?”
Davis and Henry shared a look. Jessa eyed me.
“Why? What do you want?”
“To apologize.”
At that, Cass’s head whipped around in pleasant, albeit unbelieving surprise, but the old ladies had circled her like buzzards.
The tightness around Jessa’s eyes eased, but her lips were still flat in the corners.
Hated it. Really did loathe it.
“All right.” She nodded to Henry.
“I’ll win you the grand prize, Bits,” he said, shooting another warning glance in my direction before he and Davis headed toward the rubber duck ring toss.
His jealousy sent a violent surge of testosterone through me.
But I managed to tear my gaze away from Henry The Seersucker Mama’s Boy and settled it on Jessa.
That violent surge ebbed when I looked down at her, arms folded, hip popped. Mad as all hell. A little wounded too.
“I’m sorry I picked on you back there,” I started.
“It’s fine. You’re the one who’s all washed up.” She flicked my open shirt, and I didn’t miss her lingering gaze on my bare torso.
I laughed, relaxing a little. “Never would have guessed.”
“Neither would I.”
“You mean you didn’t know if you could do it?”
She rolled one bare shoulder. “None. It was dumb luck, really. I occasionally get a streak of it.”
“I shouldn’t have put you on the spot like that. Or heckled you.”
“Then why did you?”
“Because you’re cute as fuck when you’re mad.”
“Oh my God,” she said, turning away from me.
