CHAPTER THREE
Saks had hoped to get his car and leave as quietly as possible. Obviously, that wasn’t going to happen. No. Instead the stupid beast refused to turn over. Okay, it sounded like the starter, but that couldn’t be it. He changed the starter when? Saks tapped his head with his fingers. No. It was the one part he didn’t switch out. Slapping his hands on the steering wheel, he got out and opened the trunk to fish for a hammer. A few taps to the starter might get it to move past whatever dead spot it had. He’d pull into the shop when he got back to Westfield and change out the starter before Monday morning.
“What the hell are you doing here?”
Saks sighed and resisted the urge to look over his shoulder. Chrissy.
“Getting my car,” he said. “I’ll be out of here in a moment.” Avoid dumping anything else on my head if you can, please.
“I’m sorry,” said Chrissy.
Saks whipped around to face her. “What was that?” He’d expected her to go nuts on him. Had she just apologized?
“I’m sorry,” she said again. “I went a little overboard.”
Saks continued his search in the trunk of his car. “A little? You think?”
“Is there something I can help you with?”
Fuck it. “Do you have a hammer?”
“No.”
“Then I don’t think so.”
“What do you need a hammer for?”
“Car repair,” he said.
“That’s an odd tool for car repair.”
Saks turned toward her again. He tried to ignore how beautiful she looked, or how tightly her clothes fit her curves, or how blue her eyes were. But he failed and did so miserably. And as he looked at her, it was as if a knife went through his heart. He could never get involved with a crime boss’ daughter. It was the sort of thing that he’d avoided all his life. But there she stood, beautiful and too damn sexy for her own good. Her makeup was off, but her eyes were slightly red. Had she been crying? Shit. He redoubled his efforts to steel his heart against her. “Is there a problem?” he said frostily.
She bit her lip, and it drove Saks crazy. He wanted to bite that lip, and every other place on her, from her luscious neck, to her creamy breasts with their pretty pink nipples, to—
He had to stop thinking about her like that. This was getting him nowhere, and his traitorous dick hardening in his pants wasn’t helping the situation.
Chrissy’s eyes flashed and Saks saw the storm coming.
“Yeah,” she said angrily. “You’re the problem.”
“Me? Listen, lady—”
“You leave my sister alone!”
Saks turned to stare at the dark-haired woman stomping down the stairs in stilettos. Shocked, he realized she was the woman from the Red Bull last night.
“Gloria, stay out of this,” Chrissy snapped without even looking at her sister.
Gloria came to stand by her side. There was fire in her eyes, too. “Come on, sis. You don’t need to bother with this carogna.”
Saks’ Italian was good but even he had to flip though the different and diverse meanings of carogna from carrion to stinkpot and decided Gloria was going for bastard.
“Believe me,” said Saks. “She won’t have to.”
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sp; “Why? My sister not good enough for you?”