Sweet Peril (The Sweet Trilogy #2)

“Now one of you girls.” Patti took the camera and motioned us together.

I stood between the twins, and as if rehearsed they both wrapped an arm around my waist, propped their other hands on their hips, and bent a knee inward. I was stuck between two pros. They could probably conjure a wind to blow their hair if they wanted. Patti got a little carried away, zooming and angling, and after six or seven shots I laughed and told her, “Enough.”

A loud burst of laughter came from a nearby group, and I wasn’t surprised to see it was Jay’s family. I cupped my hands around my mouth and hollered at Jay, giving him a wave. He didn’t even notice the twins at first as he came jogging over, a goofy grin on his face. His robe dangled open and his old ball cap sat askew on his head.

“Ms. Whitt!” Jay grabbed Patti in a hug before turning and lifting me off the ground. I screamed and heard clicking from Patti catching the moment on film.

“We’re all growed-up now.” Jay set me down and pretended to wipe his eyes. I could tell the moment he finally noticed the twins because the silliness disappeared and he snagged the hat off his head.

“Oh, hey,” he said.

The next moment was like a scene from a movie where two people locked eyes and music played while everyone else disappeared into background noise. Jay and Marna didn’t move or speak. They just stared. His aura blew up like a puffy cloud of jubilant yellows and oranges, outlined in a swirl of red. Even Patti seemed to take note of the thick air between them. Ginger crossed her arms.

And then, like a record scratching abruptly, Veronica arrived and slid an arm around Jay’s waist, glaring death rays at the twins. Jay’s aura popped like a thin bubble into a puff of light gray guilt and confusion, while Veronica sported a band of green thick enough to drown out the blue of her graduation robe. She tipped her head up to Jay and forced a smile. I held my breath.

“Congratulations, baby,” she said. They used to call each other “baby” all the time, but it’d been a few months since I’d heard either of them say it. Jay cleared his throat.

“You, too,” he said.

Veronica stretched onto her tiptoes and kissed his mouth. He gave her a quick peck and gently pulled away.

Marna’s sweet smile never wavered, but her eyes now lacked their luster. Veronica sent me an accusatory look, as if I’d betrayed her. Oy. I raised my eyebrows and shrugged to show I hadn’t known they would be here. Truly, I would have avoided this discomfort at any cost.

“The cars are finally moving,” I told Patti. “Should we head out?”

She glanced back and forth between my friends, a worried streak entering her aura at the sense that something was amiss. I’d never told her about the Veronica/Jay/Marna issue.

“Um, yes. Just let me get a picture of you with Jay and Roni, then we’ll go.”

I was relieved when Jay and Veronica left to join their families again, and we all got in our cars. The twins followed us to the apartment.

I took the stairs two at a time, excited to have company today. When I opened the door I gasped and stood there in shock a moment before saying, “Patti, it’s awesome!”

She had decorated with my school colors. Royal blue and gold streamers crisscrossed the ceiling, and balloons were everywhere. I heard her and the twins come up behind me, Patti giggling and Marna oohing. I was about to hug Patti, when a movement on the other side of the room caught my eye through the dangling balloon ribbons. I cursed my stupid body whose first reaction was to scream.

Midshriek, I realized it was my dad, but my startled system couldn’t stop its initial reaction. A chain reaction started as Patti, then both the twins screamed, too.

Dad parted the balloons and slunk forward, chuckling. We all shut up and caught our breaths.

“Do you give all your guests such a warm welcome?”

Patti’s hand was on her heart. “Geez, John! A little warning next time?”

“I bet you’re wishing you’d never given me that key,” Dad said to Patti with his most charming, frightening grin. He stared at her long enough to make her face redden and her aura sputter.

She rolled her eyes and went past him to the kitchen. “We’re about to grill,” she said without looking up from the food prep. “You’re welcome to stay.” Her aura was a strange blend of yellow and light gray annoyance.

“Can’t stay long. Just wanted to see my little girl on her graduation day.” Dad nodded a greeting at the twins and they slunk back against the two barstools at the counter.

My heart rate was still rapid when he came forward and embraced me.

“Thanks for coming,” I whispered into his black T-shirt. I breathed in his clean, zesty scent and didn’t want to let him go.

“I came to give you a gift.”

I looked up at him with expectancy.

“But not yet,” he said.

I made a face.