Chapter 30
Lightweight – a person who doesn’t need to spend much money before a good time finds her
Rowan grabs my hand before I can jump out of the golf cart. “Have fun tonight.”
I beam at him. “I will.”
“And be safe.”
I roll my eyes. “Be safe? We’re in Winter Falls. What possible danger could there be?” For good measure, I flutter my eyelashes at him.
He groans. “At least don’t resist arrest.”
I clutch my chest and widen my eyes. “As if I would dare.”
He tugs on my hand until I’m practically laying across his lap. “Don’t think I’m unaware you’ve been behaving because of your ankle,” he whispers against my lips before softly sipping from them.
I sigh and debate ordering him to turn the golf cart around and take me home.
“Ashlyn Dream!” Juniper shouts. “Keep your pants on. No one wants to see your pale butt.”
“As if I’d ever have a pale butt!” I shout back.
Rowan lifts me off of his lap and sets me on the ground. “Be good.”
“Where is everyone?” I ask when I enter Fall Into A Good Book. I scan the room, but the only people here thus far are my sisters, but I know for a fact Feather, Petal, Sage, Cayenne, and Clove signed up for the paint and sip evening.
“I thought we’d update everyone on the mystery first,” Aspen answers.
I march to the door and lock it. “Is the backdoor locked?”
Aspen rolls her eyes. “Do I look like an amateur?”
“Amateur in what?” Lilac asks and Aspen hisses at her. “What? You can’t ask a question without defining the parameters. How am I supposed to answer?”
“It was a rhetorical question. A rhetorical question is—,” I begin, but Lilac interrupts me before I can define it for her.
“I know what a rhetorical question is. I think it’s use—”
I shove my hand in her face before she can continue. No one wants to hear a lecture from Ms. Know It All on English grammar. Trust me. I’ve heard the lecture. Thirty minutes of my life I will never get back.
“We know where the loot is!” Aspen bursts out.
“What? Where? How did you figure it out?” Juniper asks.
“We went to visit Old Man Mercury,” I begin before explaining how we learned about the Winter Creek Bulletin and found the clue buried there.
There may be some rubbing it in Lilac’s face about how I knew something before she did. It’s not every day I get the chance to tell my older sister I got the drop on her. I’d lose my little sister badge if I neglected to rub it in.
“Which is how we know the loot is buried by the cornerstone at the inn,” I conclude.
Ellery crosses her arms over her chest. “No.”
“No what?”
“No, you aren’t going to dig up the front lawn of the inn. I won’t allow it.”
“Come on,” I cajole. “Don’t be a wet blanket.”