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Giotti to get away with judging her so unfairly. Or, for him
to hand her ultimatums she couldn’t accept. There was a fifty-thousand-dollar
wedding dress in the back of a stolen car, for Pete’s sake!
This should have spoken volumes to her mental
stability.
“I need your help,” she pleaded.
Jake looked at her as if she’d lost her ever lovin’ mind.
“No way, no how. You got yourself into this mess. You can
get yourself out of it. I don’t have time for this, Liddy.” He even held up his
hand as if to ward off the idea.
“This is your fault, Jake. If you’d been smart enough
. . . Damnit, Jake, you have to help me,” she finished with instead, slapping
down his hand and using her best, ‘ But, It was your fault to begin with’ stare down.
She even stomped her foot on the hard pavement for good
measure. Failing miserably on all accounts, she watched in horror Jake balling
his fists on his hips.
Liddy suspected he was about to give her what she was
due, posthaste.
He must have decided his fists placed on his hips were
not the best place for them to be; instead, he shoved them into the deep
pockets of his suit coat, quite frantically. The action pulled the material of
his suit coat taut over the large wall of steel, and had her groaning inwardly
out of pure and utter frustration.
Warm? No. She wasn’t warm. Liddy had suddenly turned
into a towering inferno on a poorly maintained parking lot. There was sweat
rolling down her back, for Pete’s sake! Sweat never rolled down her back unless
she was in the throes of doing a full workout at the gym.
“Just how the bloody hell do you figure on this being
my fault?” he asked.
There was a glimmer of mutiny within his silver eyes, which
translated into this was not going to turn out good for her. Or should she have
said it was not going to be any better than their littlelopsided
conversation back inside the café.
“If you didn’t have an affair with that . . . that sex-starved hussy! . . . I would not be standing here, discussing our past,
wanting an annulment, both of us hating each other, and you ripping what was left
of my courage to shreds! And I wouldn’t have had my car stolen!”
Okay. Round one was about to go to her. It certainly looked
this way. Jake flinched.
However, it was hard to tell with the man. He could
easily be winning this hand and not show any outward sign of doing so until his
opponent felt the stinging pain of loss.
And if winning, or he just faking it, Liddy felt fate
could be generous just this once; allow her to win a small round against an
arrogant jackass of a man.
“Good God, Woman! You’ve got a ton of nerve.” His
words were harsh. Crisp. Ice cold, truth told. “Did you not just tell me it was you who stole it in the first place?”
So what if she had? Surely the supplied information was not somehow useable against her in
a court of law. She had her rights toward this. Jake was still her husband. He
could plead the fifth. In fact, he could keep his big fat mouth shut for a
change. Case closed. Problem solved.
Good God! She could only hope he’d go along with this
plan . By the gleam in his eyes, however, it
looked a million to one shot.
Chapter Seven
Million to one or not, there wasn’t much Liddy could do
about her betraying body language. As her lower lip started its revolt, out of
the corner of her eye she could see a rather large and endearing Debra Wesley
crossing the street. She was moving at a clip, and there was a dangerous
looking gun at the hip. Her hat was tipped down and she looked meaner than
ever.
Jake must have seen her too, because he groaned as
loudly as Liddy would have, had she not been so distraught over Mack’s missing
car and what next to do about it.
But Jake hadn’t groaned the kind of groan saying he
was somehow frustrated with life, in general, but the kind of groan that said
he was very much aware he was now in deeper shit with his mean half-sister than
ever before.
to hand her ultimatums she couldn’t accept. There was a fifty-thousand-dollar
wedding dress in the back of a stolen car, for Pete’s sake!
This should have spoken volumes to her mental
stability.
“I need your help,” she pleaded.
Jake looked at her as if she’d lost her ever lovin’ mind.
“No way, no how. You got yourself into this mess. You can
get yourself out of it. I don’t have time for this, Liddy.” He even held up his
hand as if to ward off the idea.
“This is your fault, Jake. If you’d been smart enough
. . . Damnit, Jake, you have to help me,” she finished with instead, slapping
down his hand and using her best, ‘ But, It was your fault to begin with’ stare down.
She even stomped her foot on the hard pavement for good
measure. Failing miserably on all accounts, she watched in horror Jake balling
his fists on his hips.
Liddy suspected he was about to give her what she was
due, posthaste.
He must have decided his fists placed on his hips were
not the best place for them to be; instead, he shoved them into the deep
pockets of his suit coat, quite frantically. The action pulled the material of
his suit coat taut over the large wall of steel, and had her groaning inwardly
out of pure and utter frustration.
Warm? No. She wasn’t warm. Liddy had suddenly turned
into a towering inferno on a poorly maintained parking lot. There was sweat
rolling down her back, for Pete’s sake! Sweat never rolled down her back unless
she was in the throes of doing a full workout at the gym.
“Just how the bloody hell do you figure on this being
my fault?” he asked.
There was a glimmer of mutiny within his silver eyes, which
translated into this was not going to turn out good for her. Or should she have
said it was not going to be any better than their littlelopsided
conversation back inside the café.
“If you didn’t have an affair with that . . . that sex-starved hussy! . . . I would not be standing here, discussing our past,
wanting an annulment, both of us hating each other, and you ripping what was left
of my courage to shreds! And I wouldn’t have had my car stolen!”
Okay. Round one was about to go to her. It certainly looked
this way. Jake flinched.
However, it was hard to tell with the man. He could
easily be winning this hand and not show any outward sign of doing so until his
opponent felt the stinging pain of loss.
And if winning, or he just faking it, Liddy felt fate
could be generous just this once; allow her to win a small round against an
arrogant jackass of a man.
“Good God, Woman! You’ve got a ton of nerve.” His
words were harsh. Crisp. Ice cold, truth told. “Did you not just tell me it was you who stole it in the first place?”
So what if she had? Surely the supplied information was not somehow useable against her in
a court of law. She had her rights toward this. Jake was still her husband. He
could plead the fifth. In fact, he could keep his big fat mouth shut for a
change. Case closed. Problem solved.
Good God! She could only hope he’d go along with this
plan . By the gleam in his eyes, however, it
looked a million to one shot.
Chapter Seven
Million to one or not, there wasn’t much Liddy could do
about her betraying body language. As her lower lip started its revolt, out of
the corner of her eye she could see a rather large and endearing Debra Wesley
crossing the street. She was moving at a clip, and there was a dangerous
looking gun at the hip. Her hat was tipped down and she looked meaner than
ever.
Jake must have seen her too, because he groaned as
loudly as Liddy would have, had she not been so distraught over Mack’s missing
car and what next to do about it.
But Jake hadn’t groaned the kind of groan saying he
was somehow frustrated with life, in general, but the kind of groan that said
he was very much aware he was now in deeper shit with his mean half-sister than
ever before.
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