His head dipped and he said in my ear, “I’ve just added a couple of things to my list of shit we need to talk about.” That was not a good thing.

He turned me around, stil holding me to his side with his arm around my neck and he looked to Dad.

“Seems we need to have a conversation, Ray.” Dad looked between Eddie and I, a smile playing on his Dad looked between Eddie and I, a smile playing on his mouth.

“Jet was held at knife point last night by a guy named Slick. You know anything about that?” Eddie went on.

The smile left Dad’s face. Indy gasped. Dad’s eyes moved to Lee, back to Eddie and then to me.

“You okay?” Dad asked.

“He didn’t hurt me,” I told him.

“Fuck, Jet,” Dad said, then dropped his head into his hand and wiped his eyes with his thumb and forefinger.

“Says you owe him something,” Eddie said.

Dad looked up.

“I’l talk to him,” he said to Eddie. Then he turned to me.

“I’l talk to him,” he repeated.

“You do that,” Eddie said. “Somethin’ else, Ray. Jet’s involvement in this began and ended last night with her conversation with Slick. Do you get me?”

My whole body tightened and I glared at Eddie.

This was family business, who did he think he was?

But Dad answered Eddie, “Yeah. Yeah. No problem. It’s over. I’l take care of it.” Dad looked at me, “I’l take care of it, Jet. I promise.”

“Why don’t you do it now?” Lee suggested.

Dad looked at Lee and fear came in his eyes.

“Now’s a good time.”

He got up and I pul ed away from Eddie and went to him.

“Are you okay?”

“Fine. Sure.” He hugged me, “I’l get this sorted, Princess Jet. Nothin’ to worry about.” He kissed my cheek then his Jet. Nothin’ to worry about.” He kissed my cheek then his hand came up as if to touch where he kissed but it dropped away.

“Thanks for the donut.” He said, then, without another word or even a look, he took off.

The minute the door closed behind him, I whirled on Eddie.

I don’t know what came over me. Lack of sleep, maybe.

Seeing my Dad like that. Whatever, I let him have it.

“That was family business!” I snapped.

Eddie stared down at me.

“Your family?”

“Mine.”

“Since you’re my business, then that’s my business.” I gaped at him, mouth open and everything.

I shook myself out of my pissed off stupor and yel ed,

“Stay out of it!”

“I gave you fair warning, Jet. I’m already in it,” he replied, cool as can be.

I narrowed my eyes and planted my hands on my hips.

“Not anymore. Your role in this scenario has been played.”

He rocked back on his heels and smiled, dimple and al .

“Never seen you angry.”

“This isn’t angry. You haven’t seen angry yet.” That was a lie. I tended to be a pretty mel ow person, al in al . I didn’t get angry often and that was about as angry as I’d ever been.

“Then, considering you’re sexy as hel right now, I’m lookin’ forward to angry.”

His words threw me and it was a miracle I didn’t stagger backward.

Then panic coursed through me and I started to stomp toward the bookshelves when Eddie said to my back, “This is familiar, guess it’s time to hide.”

It was likely a mixture of humiliation and heretofore unknown temper that made me swing around and stomp right back to him. That, and the fact I was seeing red. I guess he real y hadn’t “seen angry yet” but then again, neither had I.

I got toe-to-toe with him and yel ed in his face, “Leave me and my Dad alone, Eddie Chavez!”

Eddie leaned into me, so close, he was al I could see.

Quietly, he asked, “Is it wrong that I want to kiss you right now?”

I kinda growled, low in my throat, too angry to be freaked out by what he said.

“Dios mio, Cariña, you’re adorable.”

“I’m no longer speaking to you,” I told him.

“Yes you are, three o’clock, then it’s you, me and a pitcher of margaritas,” he responded.

I walked away (wel maybe more like flounced), behind the espresso counter and started banging around, completely ignoring him and everyone.

A couple of minutes later, Tex said, surprisingly quiet,

“It’s okay, darlin’, he’s gone.”

I looked to Tex and Indy as she came behind the counter.

“What am I gonna do?” I asked.

“What am I gonna do?” I asked.

“Go with it?” Tex suggested.

“Do you want to talk?” Indy asked.

I shook my head.

“Thanks. I need to get my head together. Maybe later,” I told her.

“Anytime Jet, do you know that?” Indy asked.

“Know what?”

“That anytime you need to talk, or need anything, you can cal me. Do you know that?”

I felt tears sting my eyes. I nodded and turned away, got back to work and missed the look Indy and Tex exchanged.

I wasn’t going to have a nervous breakdown, not now.

And if I gave in to everything I was feeling, my system would probably shut down for a month.

I needed to concentrate, prioritise.

Stay awake was first. Find out what was wrong with my car was second. Find out if Dad was okay was third. Find a way to make up the money I gave Dad was last, or maybe first.

Or maybe the problem was, it was al first.

Chapter Four

Out of the Frying Pan and Into Eddie’s Bed My luck changed when Smithie cal ed me and told me a

“friend” was going to be in the parking lot of my apartment building at two o’clock to look at my car.

This meant I had a genuine reason for leaving early, thus avoiding Eddie.

I left Fortnum’s at 1:30 pm because I had to take the bus and I met Smithie’s friend at my Honda. He tinkered around under the hood for a couple of seconds then straightened up and wiped his hands on his greasy, blue coveral s.

“Gonna hafta tow this in,” he told me.

Oh no.

“Is it bad?” I asked.

“Can’t tel . Need to get in there.”