Page 5 of Seeking Vengeance
CHAPTER TWO
Sean stared at the door. He wouldn’t have believed it if he hadn’t just seen it for himself.
It took him a few minutes to realize that Nick was gathering his stuff.
“Want to tell me what just happened?” Sean asked.
Nick turned tormented eyes his way. The kid opened up his mouth and then promptly shut it again as he shook his head.
At least Sean now had a good idea where Nick’s mind had been lately. Hell, Sean was having trouble thinking clearly, and he’d only been in the woman’s presence for two minutes. He couldn’t imagine the kind of havoc being around her for any length of time would cause. Christ, his cock was still tingling from her hot little hand, and that was through denim and Hanes. God help him if she actually wrapped her fingers around him; he’d probably turn to ash in her palm.
Sean blew out a breath and tried to focus. “Okay, let’s start simple. Who was that?”
Nick exhaled heavily. “My sister.”
Holy shit. And then some.
Sean had had no idea this kid even had a sister. No wonder he had problems.
Sean reached over and flipped off the lights. “Come on. I think we both need a drink.”
For a moment, Nick looked like he might bolt instead but then nodded. “Yeah. Fuck yeah.”
“Was that a Ducati?” Sean asked as he locked up, his eyes glued to the quickly disappearing taillight down the street.
Nick blew out a breath, releasing his hair from its binding and shaking his head like a dog. “Sort of.”
* * *
Sean pulleda couple of longnecks from the glass-doored fridge behind the bar. Jake’s Irish Pub was owned by his family. His brothers Jake and Ian took care of most of the day-to-day operations, but they all helped out occasionally.
The place had a decent Friday night crowd. Sean led Nick toward a quiet back corner, usually reserved for close family and friends. Here, they could talk in relative privacy. A nod to Jake was all it took to ensure they wouldn’t be disturbed.
Nick slid into the booth, looking a little worse for wear.
That’s good, Sean thought.He’s less likely to lie that way.
“So, tell me what’s going on, Nick,” he said, handing him a bottle.
Nick shrugged, accepted the cold beer and took a long pull. “My sister’s in town. No big.”
He flickered those freaky eyes at Sean. It was disconcerting to see such light, almost-clear eyes against such dark lashes and hair, but Sean was used to it by now.
“I know I shouldn’t have had her in the bays, but she’s cool. Damn better than anyone else you got working there.” He paused. “And you do have thatno one works alonepolicy,” he added, almost as an afterthought.
Sean refrained from pointing out that his rule was intended for employees and skilled mechanics, not for little sisters even if they did bear a striking resemblance to Kate Beckinsale’sUnderworldpersona. Or maybe he was thinking of her role inVan Helsing. Sometimes, they overlapped in his private fantasies.
“She’s been the one helping you at night?”
Nick turned surprised eyes on him, and Sean allowed a small smile.
“No one can get through that many jobs on their own, Nick. Not even you. I figured it was Dave or Tommy maybe.”
Nick barked out a laugh and shook his head. “You kidding me? They couldn’t find a fuel line with a lit match.”
So, Nick’s sister had inherited some of the same mechanical skills too. With her bad-girl looks and a body that made his mouth water, Sean’s fantasy was only getting better. If this kept up, he was going to have to pinch himself. Or fuck her until she couldn’t remember her own name. He knew which one would be more effective. He also knew which one was the smarter choice.
“Looks a lot like you.”
