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“Wait a minute—”

Ro cuts me off. “You better not get any of those camera tickets, pal. I’m one ticket shy of getting a boot put on my car.” My gaze snaps to my sister-in-law. Offering me a cheeky grin, she shrugs and turns the car back on. “Watch out, Anna Banana, I’m an awful driver.”

Carrie takes Anna’s hand and lures her away from the curb just as Ro puts the car into drive and turns into the lot. Feeling out of sorts, I jam my finger against the button that controls the window, rolling it all the way up. Then I turn to her.

“Are you crazy? You can’t go eat manicotti at Wolf’s house.”

Completely ignoring me, she parks behind the bar just as Enzo instructed. “I like him.” She turns the car off, and hands me the key. “A lot.”

Yeah, me too.

That’s the problem, but at this point what’s one more to the list.

CHAPTERNINE

ENZO SCOTTO

Leaningagainst the wall outside of Big Nose Kate’s, I watch with mild amusement as Ro and Danica argue. After a while, Ro throws her hands up in the air and stalks toward Carrie’s car. Putting the in-laws together and sending them on their way might not have been my best idea, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

Before Carrie and I picked up Anna, we swung by Frankie’s House so I could raid my dad’s office. I needed Danica’s address and I knew he kept records on all the donors, but I couldn’t find the cancelled checks. I thought maybe he took them to Kate’s. I never expected to find Danica sitting in her sister-in-law’s car, but I wasn’t about to botch this encounter, hence why my sister-in-law is peeling away from the curb with Danica riding bitch.

That should be an interesting car ride, but the real showstopper will be when they enter my father’s house. Man, he’s going to blow a gasket. Luckily, my bail has already been posted.

Keeping my eyes pinned to Danica, I push off the wall and saunter to the middle of the porch. I wonder how long she plans on avoiding eye contact, given her track record I’d say she’s good to stare aimlessly at the street for at least two to three hours. I, on the other hand, don’t have time to waste.

“I don’t mind the back view, but you’re going to have face me eventually. Your ride is gone. It’s just you and me.” It’s not that I mind the view. Danica has a fantastic ass, one I quite enjoyed squeezing while I plowed into her from behind. If memory serves me correctly, I think I even sank my teeth into one glorious cheek. Yes, that’s right. I specifically remember pausing mid thrust to admire the brand my teeth left behind. I’m also not ashamed to admit that I wondered if I could convince her to get a tattoo of said bite mark. A moment of feral insanity if you will.

But her ass isthatfucking amazing. It’s even more tempting in that dress she’s wearing. It molds to every curve and from where I’m standing there isn’t a panty line in sight. My cock twitches against the zipper of my jeans. The poor thing is desperate for another go. Too bad he’s going to have to wait.

Danica slowly spins around, lifting a set of keys in the air.

“My ride left her keys in my possession,” she volleys cheekily. “Seems to me like you’re the one who lost his ride.”

Not necessarily, the only thing I want to ride is her and she’s still here. I haven’t lost shit…yet.

She lowers her hand with the keys and crosses her arms, hesitantly climbing the stairs as she talks. “I meant what I said before, I didn’t come here to cause any trouble. I wasn’t even looking for you.”

“Are you trying to bruise my ego?”

A flash of a smile crosses her gorgeous face. It’s brief, but just enough to remind me how badly I wanted to keep that smile on her face on Christmas Eve. I did a good enough job, but I would’ve done better if she didn’t fucking disappear on me the next morning.

“Is that even possible?” she asks as she reaches the top of the landing. Lifting her chin, she meets my gaze. Her tongue sneaks out, swiping at her bottom lip, before she pulls the soft flesh between her teeth.

I step closer, unable to help myself. The truth is I could’ve been followed. Right now, there could be someone sitting across the street, taking pictures of me and Danica. My case could be blown to shit. My bail revoked. And yet, there isn’t one part of me that seems to give a flying fuck. It’s been too long since I’ve been this close to her. Too long since I’ve breathed in her scent or watched her eyes melt under the heaviness of my stare.

And way too long since I’ve touched her.

Fuck, I really want to touch her.

Shoving my hands into my pockets, I rock back on my heels and replay her question over in my head.

“I’m not an egotistical fuck, Danica. I’m well in tune with my strengths and weaknesses. Women just happen to be one of my strengths.”

“Is that why you’re single?”

I quirk an eyebrow, impressed by her quick retort. I like a woman with a sharp tongue.

“I choose to be single.”

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