Page 26 of Professional Liar
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I shook my head. “No, my friend, if you tell my grandmother you make a better red sauce than her, I’ll be a widow before the week is out.”
The guys glanced between us nervously, but Pierce only smiled. “So she is like every other Minola woman then.”
“Seems improbable, right?”
“More like a menace to public safety.”
I ate until I couldn’t fit anything else in. Once I sat back and surveyed them, I could see Pierce’s men respected him deeply. They looked to him for answers, acceded to him in conversation, and asked for his opinion. I let the conversation go, not joining, just listening.
They’d called me many things in my life. But with this man beside me…with him as my weapon…
They’d call me queen.
