“You and I will have to get together sometime.” She pinches my elbow conspiratorially and gives me a wink. “Good friends are hard to find. We have to stick together.”
This woman and I are barely acquaintances, let alone friends. But I have a feeling her interest lies more in the connection she and her husband could have to Timofey than it has anything to do with me. She doesn’t exactly seem down for a pajama party with Noelle and Ashley.
Timofey finishes his conversation with the woman’s husband and loops his arm around my waist. “Piper will have to talk with you more later, Margaret,” he says. “Right now, she’s running defense for me.”
The woman—Margaret, apparently—actually giggles. “Good of you to practice. You’ll need a solid defense at the wedding.”
“Should I be expecting trouble?
