“Did you follow me from here last night?”
“Yeah.”
I found that my hands were holding onto his waist and there was no way to put them between us so I grabbed at his tee and tried to shove.
He didn’t move.
“Luke, forget finding dirt on Dom. You’re fired. I’ll hire another investigations agency.”
“First they’ll have to find Vincetti, which they won’t do nearly as fast as Vance’s gonna do and he’s already working on it.”
“Goddamnit,” I shouted, foiled again.
He did the half-grin. I glared at him.
“Don’t fight it,” his voice was soft, gentle and affectionate and I had to claw at my anger to keep it with me, I liked that voice so much.
“Please go.”
The grin didn’t fade but he did let me go to move away about two inches. Then he dug in his pocket, pulled something out and shoved it in the front pocket of my Levi’s.
His eyes came to mine and he said, “See you tonight. You get drunk, you call me. I’ll come get you.”
I didn’t answer, I just glared at him. He ignored the glare, touched my nose with his finger and then he was gone.
Oh my. I’ve got goose bumps, that was INTENSE, Good Ava told me.
I think I had an orgasm, Bad Ava shared.
I slid down the wall and put my head on my knees.
Yep, I was right, my life just got pretty f**king complicated.
Chapter Six
What I Don’t Get
Once I got off my ass, I called Sissy and told her about the state of her living room (and her pottery) and told her not to come home. Whatever Dom was caught up in, I wanted her to be far, far away from it.
Then because she was my bestest best friend, I told her about Luke. Every last detail about every second from the minute I walked into the Nightingale Investigations offices to the minute he walked out of my house, including being there during the shooting, which made her scream a little bit.
“Wow,” Sissy said when I was done, sounding like she’d just run the hundred yard dash.
Wow didn’t cover it.
“You don’t have to worry, Sis,” I told her. “I get the impression from Luke’s loft and Porsche and what I saw of the Nightingale Investigations offices, people pay a high premium for their services. They’ll find Dom and get the dirt on him. You just stay safe with your Mom.”
“Okay,” Sissy said then she paused and went on. “Ava?”
“Yeah, honey?”
In a very quiet voice, she whispered, “Luke called you a knockout.”
I hadn’t let that penetrate until the moment Sissy repeated it to me.
“Holy crap,” I whispered back.
“I think you may want to rethink your vow to hate men forever,” Sissy advised.