Wrong Question, Right Answer (The Bourbon Street Boys #3) - Elle Casey Page 0,79
starts clapping her hands and dancing in place. “Open it, open it. You’re going to love it so much. I know you are.”
I pry the tape apart and lift the flaps of the box. Wrapped in some nondescript paper is something heavy and black. Even when I pull it from the outer layer, I’m still not sure what I’m looking at. It’s only when May grabs it out of my hands, turns it over, and points it at me with a maniacal grin on her face that I finally get it.
“You bought me a Taser?”
“Yes! I bought you a Taser! Isn’t that so cool?” She shifts over so she can stand next to me, holding the Taser out toward Ozzie. “Now you can fight people from afar. You don’t have to get right up in their faces or kick ’em with your boots, which might get awkward as you get bigger. You can just shoot them from up to fifteen feet away.”
She points the gun at her fiancé and pretends she’s releasing the electrified barbs at him. “Pew! Pew! Zap! Crackle! Pop!”
Ozzie puts his hands up to his heart and pretends to fall backward a little bit. Then he stands up straight and goes back to being his regular, serious self.
I don’t know what to say. She actually bought me a weapon? How did she know I like weapons so much?
She turns around and puts the Taser back in my hand, grabbing the box for me. “There are several cartridges in here too, so you’re all ready to lock and load.” She pulls them out and throws the empty box onto the table, holding the cartridges out in front of me. “Here, take them. They’re yours.”
I’m so stunned by the fact that she even gave me a gift I don’t know what to say.
Her face starts to fall. “Don’t you like it?” She looks over her shoulder at Ozzie and then back at me. “You totally hate it, don’t you?”
I swear to God I can see tears shining in her eyes. I panic, grabbing her arm. “No! I love it. Seriously. It’s cool.”
“Are you sure? I was just thinking that if you’re pregnant, it’s probably dangerous for you to do hand-to-hand combat, but if you have a Taser, you can still kick ass and take names like you always do, just from a distance.”
For some silly reason I get choked up. It feels like there’s a giant lump in my throat, and it aches. I reach up and pat her on the shoulder until I can finally speak again.
“It’s cool. I love it. I’ll keep it in my bag forever.”
May’s cheer seems to be restored. She leans to the side and picks up the second box from the table. This one is covered in gray and black striped paper.
“This one is from Ozzie,” she says. “He bought it all by himself. He didn’t even tell me he was doing it.” She turns around and gives him a silly smile.
I carefully put the Taser and the cartridges down on the table and take the package from May. I can’t even look at Ozzie right now, my heart is thumping so hard in my chest. I was really rude to him earlier today and he hasn’t said a word about it. And now I find out that he went out and bought me a gift when I was thinking about how much I hated him and hated how he was acting?
“I don’t know what he got you. He won’t tell me anything.” She looks over at him and pouts.
I slowly rip the paper away and pull out a long, thin box. It looks like he’s given me some sort of fancy pen. Is this another giant hint that I’m going to be working at a desk for the next nine months? I slide the inner box out of its sleeve and then open the hinged box.
Lying in a bed of dark blue velvet is a silver spoon. I stare at it for the longest time, trying to figure out what the hell he’s giving me a spoon for.
May’s voice goes all goofy. “A He bought a silver spoon for your baby. You know what that means?”
I look up and shake my head at her.
“It means that he’s going to make sure that your baby always has the best of everything. That your baby deserves a silver spoon. Baby’s first silver spoon.” She looks over at Ozzie. “That was totally awesome, honey. You’re