“I’ll take that under advisement,” Nick said wryly, sitting down between his brothers.
Dominick and Ricky both dropped back onto their chairs. “Are we off the hook yet?” Dom asked, grinning.
“I doubt it,” I said honestly. “Nick is in trouble, considering his DNA was found on Imogen. How do you explain that?” I looked directly at him.
“Yeah, how do you explain that?” Dom shoved Nick in the shoulder. “We have to know to be able to explain that in court. I’ve been racking my brain, but I’ve got nothing.”
“That’s because you’ve got nothing in your brain,” Ricky retorted over his brother.
Dom reached around Nick and punched Ricky in the shoulder with a loud pop.
“Knock it off,” Ricky snapped, scrambling to punch him back.
“Both of you, stop it,” Nick said, rolling his eyes. “What are you, moronic teenagers?”
“He’s just cranky because he’s the baby,” Dominick snorted, sitting back, his long, dark hair pulled away from his face.
“I may be the baby, but I’m four inches taller than you,” Ricky retorted, crossing his muscled arms.
Dom shrugged out of his jacket. “You are not. You’re like three inches taller.”
Nick rolled his eyes. “I’m going to jail, aren’t I?”
“Probably,” I said. “You’re all morons.”
They just looked at me, obviously having heard that before.
“Before I forget,” Ricky said, “I brought your Jeep back. It’s fine.”
Relief took me. It’d be nice to have my own transportation again. “Wonderful. How much do I owe you?”
“Ahh, you’re about to be family, or at least your sister is. Don’t worry about it,” Rick said.
“No, I do worry about it.” I’d heard Rick’s new business was struggling, and I wanted to help. “Honest, I want to pay.”
“All right,” he said, giving in gracefully. “I’ll send you a bill. I’ll give you the family discount.”
I smiled. “Perfect.”
He winked. “Now that Tessa is going to marry a Basanelli...”
“If she says yes,” I reminded him.
Dom snorted. “Why would she say yes? This guy’s an idiot.”
“You’re an idiot,” Nick retorted.
What was it about brothers that they acted like they were twelve when they got together? The Albertini brothers were just as bad.
“Anyway,” Ricky said, all charm. “What do you think about Donna becoming a Basanelli?”
Both Nick and Dom laughed at the same time. “You couldn’t get Donna Albertini to look twice at you,” Dom snorted.
“I could, too.” Ricky frowned. “I’m a successful businessman.”
“You’re a businessman,” his twin retorted.
I sighed. “Can we be serious for two seconds?”
