Part 3 (2/2)
Blu touched his temple. ”It's not worth mentioning, so don't ask.” He shot Ry a look that told him to keep his mouth shut. His sister was as protective as a mama bear over a newborn cub. If she thought Blu needed her, she would likely cancel her trip to Texas.
Margo frowned at him, then glanced at Ry. ”Is he telling the truth or is he hiding something?”
When Ry hesitated, Margo faced Blu, her hands landing on her trim waist. Her dark eyes-a matched pair to her brother's-narrowed with suspicion. ”All right, let's hear it. You promised me and Mama that you were done working for Patch Pollaro.”
”I am,” Blu insisted.
”Then what's this?” She gestured to the cut on his head. ”And why are you here? I can count on one hand how many times you've willingly set foot in this office.”
”Margo.” It was Ry's voice that brought her up short. ”You promised you would back off and give it a rest. Harping ain't pretty, baby.”
”Harping? I don't harp. It's called, I'm - your - sister - and - I - have - a - right - to - be - concerned.” In a visible huff, she planted her b.u.t.t in the chair opposite her husband and crossed her long legs.
Blu gestured toward Ry. ”I was hoping once you married him, Chili, he'd take up all your worrying time.”
His pet nickname for his sister didn't soften her. ”I have plenty of 'worrying time' for all of my family. But in your case-”
”Easy, baby,” Ry warned.
Margo brushed her black hair off her shoulders, her gaze locked on Blu as she talked to her husband. ”I can't help it, Ry. He promised me he would take better care of himself after nearly getting killed last year. And as far as I can see, he doesn't look like he's keeping his promise. I'll just bet Patch Pollaro is behind this.”
”I told you, I quit him. Go down to the Red Lizard and ask Patch if he's seen me lately. He'll tell you he hasn't laid eyes on me in a year. I'm officially retired. I'm no longer breaking arms or fingers at a hundred dollars a pop.”
Blu watched his sister squeeze her eyes shut in disgust.
”Don't talk about it.”
”You brought it up.”
”Then let's drop it.”
Blu was about to agree when his stomach growled.
”Don't tell me you haven't eaten yet today? A shrimper who goes hungry.” Margo shook her head.
”Honestly, Blu, it's not like food is hard to come by. You just throw the nets out and-”
Blu threw up his hands and looked to Ry for help. ”Now she's attacking the way I eat. And this is the woman you chose to wake up next to for the rest of your life?”
”And they say men don't whine.” Margo stood and gave Ry her full attention. ”I guess I'm off to feed
him. Do you want- What's that on your s.h.i.+rt, honey?”
”Coffee.”
”Coffee? Ry, coffee stains. I just bought you that s.h.i.+rt. Last night it was b.u.t.ter. This morning it's coffee.
Do you think I should make an eye appointment for you?”
Ry scowled at his wife. ”Because your old man's eyesight is failing?”
The mischief in Margo duFray ran deep. And, like her brother, if she chose to remain stone sober a
crowbar couldn't make her crack a smile. ”It's not my fault you're cresting thehill,honey. If you need gla.s.ses-”
”I can still pick a lock, can't I?”
”Yes. Last night you actually-”
”This is sweet,” Blu interjected, ”but could we-”
Margo rounded on her brother. ”How would you know anything about sweet? Who have you been practicing on lately?”
”No one. I don't date, remember?”
”No, but you should. There's this new waitress at the Toucan who-”
”Is very nice,” Blu finished. ”Forget it.”
”What's wrong with nice?”
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