Page 96 of Renegade
He leaned close. “Intense.”
She raked her gaze over his face. “Did it help?”
“Not enough.”
She laid a possessive hand over his thigh and squeezed.
The desire to kiss her had him leaning close. “Gimme some good stuff.”
She kissed him. “I’m not used to all this PDA.”
“Do you hate it?”
“I love it.”
Willie Boy, approached the table, a glass of wine in hand. “How is everything?”
Greystone eyed the drink. “Hey, WB, thanks for doin’ the rounds.”
Willie Boy nodded. “No problem. We Santinis need to make sure we take the high road, right?” He smiled at Caroline. “Ma’am, how’s your evening going?”
“This is my cousin, Willie Boy. This is Caroline.”
Teddy strode over. “What the hell!”
Willie Boy reared back, then held his hand up to protect his face. “Whoa, heyyyyo Teddy.”
Teddy jumped his gaze to Greystone. “You hiredhim?”
“Yeah.”
After a beat, Teddy shot Willie Boy a flat smile before extending his hand. Again, Willie Boy flinched.
“Easy, cousin,” Teddy said. “It’s all good.”
“Really?” Willie Boy bleated as he pumped Teddy’s hand. “You mean that?”
“Sei la feccia della terra, pezzo di merda,” Teddy replied. “Hai delle palle a tornare qui. Pagherai per quello che hai fatto.”
Jesus, what the hell is goin’ on?
“You know I don’t speak Italian,” Willie Boy snapped.
“Relax,” Teddy said. “I’m not gonna break your nose again.”
“I don’t want no trouble,” Willie Boy murmured. “Greystone asked me to fill in a few nights a week.”
The last thing they needed was a scene, so Greystone pushed out of the booth. Now, towering over Willie Boy, he held Teddy’s gaze.
“All good, Willie Boy.” Greystone squeezed Willie Boy’s shoulder. “No drinkin’ on the job.”
“Righto.” Willie Boy set his glass down and glanced over at Teddy before moving on to speak with diners at another table.
“Everyone’s staring at you,” Caroline murmured. “Why don’t you sit back down?”
Teddy plunked into the booth, banging the table as he sat. Caroline grabbed her tall glass as the water splashed onto the table.
A nearby waitstaff hurried over and wiped up the spill. “What are you drinking, ma’am?”
