She crinkled her nose. “Al’s Pizza.”
I cackled and was soon holding my belly, the laughter bursting out of me. “That’s brilliant. You can compare pizzas.”
“Not funny. He doesn’t know my family owns an Italian restaurant.”
I stared at her, wondering if we were both destined to become crazy bunny ladies. “But you’ve known him for six weeks. How can he not know?”
“We don’t talk much.”
I snorted. “Obviously.”
“Shut up. At least I put myself out there. When was the last time you even went on a date?”
I didn’t have an answer, since I couldn’t remember. Maybe the banker I dated for a few weeks last year. Chad.
That was a mistake I’d never repeat.
“Let’s not talk about the wasteland that is my dating life,” I said, holding up my drink. “Instead, we should toast to good friends and better food.”
We clinked glasses and spent the rest of the night talking about everything and nothing. My heart was full and my step light when I got home.
My apartment was small, two bedrooms, one bathroom, with a combined kitchen and living area. But it was all mine, and I’d worked hard to get the money to buy it.
Killer, my Lionhead rabbit, hopped around his cage in excitement when I opened my door. I bet he’d gotten bored while I was out. But he couldn’t be trusted by himself in the apartment, a lesson I learned when he shorted out the power for the whole building after chewing through some cables.
I was lucky he didn’t electrocute himself in the process. I had since been put on a blacklist by the building manager, and despite my many attempts to right my wrongs, he refused to take any of my calls.
I even tried to bribe him with pizza from Deliziosa. But he was holding a mean grudge, and I now had to change my own light bulbs and call my own plumber when I had a problem.
“Come on, little bun. You can come out for a bit while I make myself a snack that I’ll definitely regret in the morning.”
After devouring the Lucky Charms I’d eaten straight out of the box, I put him back inside his cage, making sure he had food and water.
Then I turned off the lights and dropped onto my bed with a groan.
Chapter3
Gunner
Resigned to another sleepless night,I wrapped my hands and positioned myself in front of the punching bag I’d installed yesterday. I’d been in Ferguson for three days, setting everything up to retrieve Freya.
She wouldn’t come easily, and it was no secret how much she hated me after I humiliated her.
Working out was the only thing keeping me from climbing the walls of the safe house we’d set up. We purchased the house shortly after starting surveillance on Freya. The guys stayed in it when they were in town. I just had to make sure it was still secure.
The ringing of my phone stopped me from throwing the first punch and finding at least a temporary release for the tension building in my body.
I was always on call. Always working. And ignoring my phone could mean someone lived or died. I snatched it off the dresser where I’d dropped it and frowned at Carter’s name on the screen.
He never called this late, unless it was an emergency. This wasn’t going to be good.
“What happened?” I asked.
“You’re not going to like this,” Carter said, getting right down to business.
I knew immediately he was talking about Freya. My blood ran cold, and I gripped the phone tighter. “Talk.”
“Their problems are with the Irish. I just dug up a video that will prove to be very enlightening. They’re out for blood, and we all know who the weakest link is.”
