“Roxie,” Lee said, walked to me and bent to kiss my cheek.
Wow.
A cheek kiss from Lee.
It was a multiple “holy cow” day for sure.
“Hi Lee,” I whispered.
Lee’s eyes moved to Luke, crinkled at the corners to show his amusement, just like his Dad’s, and he stepped aside.
“Did you meet Marcus yesterday?” Lee asked, his eyes moving to me.
I shook my head.
“Marcus, this is Roxanne Logan,” Lee introduced us.
Marcus put out his hand and I took it.
Before he could say anything, I said quickly, “I’m so sorry I got Daisy shot at. I like Daisy. She’s been real y nice to me. She’s wise and she’s funny and she has interesting taste in clothes.” Marcus looked at me and didn’t say anything so, of course, I carried on like the idiot I was. “And I’m sorry about her Mercedes getting bul et holes in it. It wasn’t her fault. She’s a good driver. I mean, she kept her cool, kind of, except when we were playing chicken and…
um… other times.”
Oh my God, someone had to stop me from talking.
I went on. “And if she ever gets shot at again, I’m sure she’l probably get away.”
Luke’s hand settled at the back of my neck.
I shut up.
The hand stayed there.
“Daisy tel s me you’ve had it rough,” Marcus said.
I nodded. Luke’s hand tightened.
Marcus stared at me and a shiver slid across my skin.
He was handsome, that was certain, but there was a hardness behind his eyes that was chil ing.
“Your troubles are over,” he said with a finality that caused the shiver to go into a ful body tremble.
I blinked at him.
“Let’s go to my office,” Lee cut in, his eyes were now serious and they were on Luke.
Marcus stil had hold of my hand. He gave it a firm squeeze that felt like a promise. Then he let go. Lee touched my shoulder and they walked out of the room.
Luke’s hand came away from my neck and I turned to him.
“What just happened?” I asked him.
“Marcus entered the picture,” Luke answered.
“What?”
“Three things,” Luke said immediately, surprising me. I wasn’t sure he could enumerate three things in Luke Speak. He went on, proving he could. “One, the police can track down your trouble, that trouble is put away and it’s over. Two, we can do it, your trouble is taken to the holding room, taught a lesson, then handed to the police and it’s over. Three, Marcus can do it, that trouble is dead. I’m hopin’ for number two.”