“Huh? No, sugar and neither are you.” When he lifts my head and fingers a bump, real live pain shoots throughout my nervous system.
Suds carefully unthreads the warm gun from my hand. “Give it here. You do know I had a plan, right?”
“No. I did not.”
“I winked.” He takes off his jacket, rolls it into a pillow, and sticks it under my head.
“I thought that meant, take my gun and do something.”
“Of course, you did.” He puts a palm to Mr. Gallo’s neck and closes his eyes. “He’s gone.”
“Too bad. For a killer, he was a fairly nice guy.” I sit and moan as the intense throbbing grows worse.
“Can you walk? We need to get back to the cabin and call the police.”
“Promise me one thing.”
He puts his arm around my waist. “What’s that?”
“No long, ridiculously drawn out, rambling.”
He laughs. “No promises.”
Chapter 30
Suds
Three weeks later...
“Sugar, I got something to ask you.”
“Sure, but can it wait?” She types away in her computer, answering a ton of emails requesting our services.
“Not really.” I drop down onto one knee beside our multipurpose table and hand her a fuzzy box. “Will you marry me?”
“Of course I will.” Laughing, she drops onto her knees beside me and kisses me.
“Good.” I grab the box out of her hand.
“Indian giver.” Tickling me under my pits, she tries to take it back but I hold both her wrists and kiss the tip of her nose.
“It’s empty.”
“What? No way.”
“Yes way. We’re going to pick it out together. I’m going to tell you how much I have to spend, you’re going to say okay, and then you’re gonna find a ring that makes you so damn happy, you’ll never take it off.”
“I already know what I want.” She sits down, clicks a bookmark on her browser, and this beautiful ring pops up on her screen. “It has a low profile so it doesn’t get caught when I slip my hands into my jeans pocket or grab my revolver.”
I stare at the diamond surrounded by a ring of smaller ones. The overall effect is one of luxury and yet if falls well within my price range. “I can go a little higher, if you’d like.”
“Nope. This one is perfect and I know a guy who knows a guy who can get us a great deal.”
“Not Vinny, right?”
“Nope.”
“Frankie?”
