“Yes?”
“You’re an ass.” She stalked out of the interview room, every nerve in her body fired to do something dangerous if anyone crossed her. This is what she got for crossing the line and thinking anything was possible with a Rocco. She was done. Finished. She’d never have anything to do with Anthony Parks again.
It wasn’t until she was outside the police station, standing in the cool New England night time air, that she realized she had no way to get home. So, she did the only thing she could think of.
She called Marcus.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Saks tried calling Oakie, but couldn’t get through. Louis watched as Saks dropped the phone on his lap. He sat on the couch, feeling like shit. Despite telling Louis to leave several times, the detective refused to budge.
Louis’ phone buzzed with a tone for text message. He looked at it and his lips drew a tight line. “I have to get back to the precinct.”
“Then go.”
“I’m not leaving you alone here, idiot. Someone shot one of yours and I’m not sure if you’re next.”
“I’ll be fine.”
“Those words are evidence of severe blood loss. Maybe it got lost on the way to your dick.”
“Ass.”
“Idiot.”
“We should’ve been brothers,” said Saks with a shallow laugh. It stung anyway because of the movement of his chest.
“We talk like brothers. And I’m going to look out for you like you’re one. My mother would kill me if she found out I left you here.”
“Moms are lethal.”
“Rocco moms are. So, you have a choice: The hospital or your parents’.”
Saks groaned. What did he hate more? The overbearing and intrusive nurses of the hospital, or the nosiness of his mother and his sister.
At least his mother had lasagna. And not the cheap stuff you get out of the grocery freezer.
“My parents’.”
Now settled into his old bedroom, staring at the memorabilia of his childhood, the Kurt Cobain poster, his collection of Transformers, his sports awards, he did feel like a child.
Or, rather, less of a man.
The whole thing with Chrissy? What a clusterfuck. He didn’t know what set her off. But she was nuts. One minute she made love to him in the sweetest way possible, and then when he asked her to marry him she got weird. What was that about? She knew he loved her. He was pretty sure she loved him.
Okay, he hadn’t helped things but getting angry with her. But there was only so much a man could take. He’d sustained more physical injuries in one week of knowing Chrissy than he’d received in his entire life. And that included high school football.
His father called in the guy he used to patch up associates who got hurt on the job. Saks didn’t know his name and the guy never gave it out. Saks didn’t know if the guy was an actual doctor, or nurse, or some paramedic. But the man’s hands were steady as he looked at Saks’ wound, cleaned it, and put a fresh dressing on it.
“You need several days’ rest.”
“Yeah,” said Saks. “I got that now.”
“No more time in the sack with the lovelies until that wound stops draining.”
“Got it.”
“Not that you shouldn’t walk around. You don’t want pneumonia or a blood clot from inactivity.”