Oh my God.

I was such a dork.

When Vance answered, his voice was pure silk. Evasive maneuvering was effective and it was clear Vance didn’t think I was a dork.

“What do you want, Princess?”

I felt the warm whoosh in my belly. “Just you and Nick,” I replied.

“That’s what we’ll do then.”

I smiled at the phone. Again.

“I’ll make pumpkin pie,” I said.

“We’ll get one at King Soopers.”

Disconnect.

I stared at the phone.

“I am so sure,” I said to the phone.

“Meow!” Boo said to me.

* * * * *

Tex drove a bronze El Camino and Tex played his rock ‘n’ roll loud.

Therefore when we went barreling into the parking lot toward the drug deal, the Doobie Brother’s “Listen to the Music” was blasting.

Tex screeched to a halt, swinging the wheel at the last minute so we did a 180 degree turn.

We were such a sight to see (and hear), instead of running the buyers and seller stared at us in frozen shock and I didn’t blame them.

Then during the Doobie Brothers singing the chorus, Tex got out his side, I got out my side and we lobbed the smoke bombs. Three for him, three for me. The buyers and seller started choking, spluttering, cursing and scurrying.

Tex and I jumped into the car and Tex peeled away.

“That’s what I’m talkin’ about, turkey!” Tex shouted at the windshield and banged his fist on the steering wheel. He did this every time we’d seen action, except once instead of “turkey”, he said, “sucka”.

It had been an active night. We were out of smoke bombs.

Make no mistake, The Law and her sidekick, Tex, the Crackpot Coffee Guy were on the job.

“We’re out of smoke bombs,” I told Tex.

“Could swing by your place, pick up the tear gas,” Tex suggested.

Um.

No.

“I don’t think smoke bombs are illegal. I’m not sure about tear gas.”

Tex was silent for a moment as if contemplating this.

Finally he said, “See your point.”

“Maybe we should call it a night?”

“We goin’ out again tomorrow?”

Hmm.

He said “we”.

I was a loner or had been until recently. I hadn’t seen a lot of alone time in awhile and that had been at night when I thought Vance and I had broken up.

That time wasn’t fun.

Furthermore Tex was huge, burly and relaxed. He caused mayhem like it was second nature. He made me feel safe.

It was a new experience, being out making life a pain for drug dealers with Tex.

I liked it.

“Sure,” I said.

“Fuckin’ A, woman!” Tex boomed.

I smiled.

We went to his house and he stood on the sidewalk and didn’t make a move toward his door until I was in my car and headed down the street.

* * * * *

I was negotiating the alley toward Nick and my garage when a car reversed out of a back drive right into the alley, right in front of me. To avoid it I slammed on the brakes and came to a bone-jarring halt.

I stared out the windshield. The car was dark, no lights.

Fuck, f**k, f**k!

I threw the Camaro in reverse and looked over my shoulder but all I could see was a motorcycle parked perpendicular to my car.

I’d wasted precious time shifting to reverse. I should have locked my doors. I didn’t even get a chance to move when my door was thrown open.

Before I could grab my gun or stun gun on the seat beside me, someone reached in, undid my belt and yanked me out of the car.

He slammed the door and then slammed me against the car and got up close, his hard body to my soft one, his heat slamming into me like a physical thing.

When I got a look at him in the hazy alley streetlight, I went still.

He looked like a somewhat younger, tougher, rougher but just as red-hot-handsome version of Eddie Chavez.

This had to be Hector Chavez, Eddie’s brother.

Oh my God.

Before I could say a word or do a thing, he started speaking. “Get off the street Law. Shard, Jermaine and Clarence are lookin’ for retribution, no matter what protection Crowe is offering. They aren’t gonna take you down. They’re gonna take you somewhere and play with you awhile, games you won’t think are fun.”

I’d stilled at the sight of him but his words sent a chill through my blood.

“When they’re done, you’ll beg them to kill you,” he went on.

Um.

Yikes.

“Do I make myself clear?” he asked.

Without delay I nodded. He made himself clear all right.

He stared at me. I could tell his eyes were dark, liquid black like his brother’s and I found myself wishing for more light just so I could read them.

He got closer, this wouldn’t seem possible but just like Vance had, Hector did – right deep, face-to-face in my space.

“You tell anyone you saw me, you’ll blow my cover and I won’t be happy mainly because I won’t be breathin’.”

I swallowed.

“Nod if you understand,” he demanded.

I nodded again, I understood.

He was a cop… or something. Likely deep cover if even Eddie and Lee didn’t know what he was up to.

“Does that mean you don’t want me to say anything to…?” I started.

He looked to his left, nodded once, then back at me. “The boys’ll know to keep their mouths shut.”

Then as fast as he’d come, he was gone, disappearing into the night. The car in front of Hazel took off, the motorcycle behind her did the same. I never even saw the drivers.

Wow.

With full body shakes I drove Hazel to the garage, super-cautious, eyes checking mirrors, willing my ears to have powers beyond normal. I parked, secured the garage and then ran into the house even though I wanted to stop and kiss Vance’s Harley which was sitting outside my backdoor.

I flew into the kitchen and dumped my weapons and bag on the table. Then I locked the door and armed the alarm.

Boo sauntered in and looked at me. “Meow,” he said.

Obviously Vance had given him treats or pets because Boo was a f**k of a lot more calm than me.

I stared at my cat for a beat.

Then I screeched, “Crowe!”

I was standing and hyperventilating in my kitchen when Vance walked in. He took one look at me and came to a dead halt.