Page 71 of Risky Game

“Go.” She waved me off like an obnoxious neighborhood cat on her doorstep. “Get out there. Go meet people. I’ve got this.”

I chomped down a carrot stick. “You’re getting awfully grouchy, Molls.”

She scowled at me and pointed to the backyard. “You’re hiding out in here for some reason I can’t understand and my house isn’t yours to take care of. Go.”

“All right, all right.” I raised my hands in defeat but couldn’t resist one last parting shot because she had no idea what she was throwing me into. “You’d be prettier if you smiled more.”

“Ruby!”

“Bye! Toodles!” I ran out the back and flashed Maggie a wink even though she was giving me a look that said I could die at any moment.

Oh how wrong she was.

Molly wasn’t going to kill me.

It was Logan forcing me not to have orgasms that was going to kill me.

But he’d pay for that.

I’d make sure of it.

I dawdled leaving Molly and Jassen’s house. The kids ate burgers and hot dogs, and the men ate most of the food. The women had kept the backyard mostly picked up from errant trash and swim towels and pool toys all afternoon, so as the trail of men and women and kids in tow started leaving, there really wasn’t much left to do to help.

Molly had already banned me from the kitchen and I wasn’t about to get into a fight with a pregnant woman, no matter how insane she acted before. I didn’t even have to pack my bag to head back to Logan’s. I’d had that done by nine o’clock in the morning.

Of course, ten hours ago I was excited to get back to his place where we could have privacy.

Now, I was in revenge mode.

Logan and Amelia weren’t the last to leave, but they were definitely near the end of the group. I was risking life and limb from Molly by emptying several of the remaining salads and dips and sides into to-go containers so I could snack on them throughout the week. There was no way they’d be able to go through all that food, anyway.

Amelia ran to me, hair still soaking from the pool, tangled in her ponytail, and tugged on my hand. “Miss Ruby?”

“Yes, sweetie. Did you have fun today?”

“I made friends.” Her brows scrunched together. “I think. They seemed nice.”

I made a mental note to figure out who she played the best with. Maybe I could set up some playdates for her.

“Well, that’s good.” I laughed softly. “You and your dad going home?”

“Yep! Are you coming with?”

No way in hell was I riding in a car with them.

“I’ll be there later. But you’ll probably be sleeping, so you have fun, okay?”

Logan stepped up behind her. “Will you be there soon? Or are you helping clean up?”

“Molly will shank if I try to help. I’m gathering some leftovers for snacks this week, so I’ll probably be a while.” I’d been focused on pressing lids onto containers and glanced at him. “Or I might come over in the morning. You don’t have to be at work until nine, right?”

His jaw ticked, and a wariness darkened his eyes. “Amelia, go make sure we didn’t leave anything out back, okay? But stay out of the pool.”

“Okay! Bye, Miss Ruby!”

I grinned, watching her go, and then went back to studiously ignoring Logan. He made it difficult, considering his mere presence had me wanting to lean in, see if the chlorine had washed away his oaky scent.

“You’re pissed,” he muttered.

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