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they’d frown on it if you showed up
at the police station drunk when you drop by to bail me out later,” Sami
interjected smoothly, glancing at Molly. “You having anything, little mama?”
Molly thought about it for a whole second
as she stared longingly at the bottle. She’d really only had a few sips
earlier and she’d pumped plenty of milk for the baby. “Yeah, pour me half a
glass of wine, Sami.” She deserved a treat, damn it.
“If you’re taking orders,” Devil began,
looking hopefully toward Samantha as she poured Molly’s favored Merlot.
“From you?” Sami asked sweetly, lifting an
eyebrow at Devil. “You would trust little ole me to serve you?”
“Excellent point. I’ll get it myself,”
Devil replied with a tired sigh as he rubbed his temple. “You’d probably
poison it anyway.”
“You’re in luck, Satan. I’m fresh out of
rat poison tonight. What’ll you have? Scotch?” Sami questioned in a rare
display of goodwill. Molly could only silently assume that Samantha might need
them to pay her bail later and she’d decided it was better to stay on Dev’s
good side for the time being. Either that, or the world was coming to an end,
Molly thought as she crossed to get her own glass of Merlot. Given what she’d
seen already tonight, it could really go either way.
Never one to look a gift horse in the
mouth, Molly heard Devil quickly say, “There’s a 1984 MacAllan in the bottom
left cabinet. If ever there was a call to open that bottle, I’m thinking this
is it.”
“For once, I like the way you think, Devil
Delancy,” Sami said appreciatively as she quickly reached for two heavy glass
tumblers and filled them with the expensive amber liquor. Picking them up, she
quickly delivered one into Devil’s outstretched hand before resuming her own
seat. Taking a long, slow sip, she hummed appreciatively as she swallowed.
“Now, this is the kind of stuff a girl could get used to drinking. I bet if
you served this all the time, our relationship would be much healthier,
Delancy.”
“As interesting as that is, let’s get back
to Mannie and Nick,” Vivian pleaded urgently. “What did you mean that ‘they’re
coming’? And where the hell is Nick?”
“Yeah, and why isn’t he here right now begging you on his bony knees not to kick his ass to the curb while I throw darts at
his perfectly coiffed hair?” Samantha asked, swilling her scotch moodily.
“Technically and more importantly, legally
speaking, it would have to be Nick evicting Mannie from the home since only
Nick’s name appears on the deed to the townhouse,” Vivian corrected
automatically.
“Ay! Christo! Do you think I’m going to
be homeless, Vivian?” Armando yelped, jerking upright from where he slouched
against the arm of the sofa.
“I seriously doubt that, but even if you were homeless, you have a place right here in this house with me, Devil, and the
baby. We have more than enough room. It’ll be like a slumber party every
night. Isn’t that right, Devil?” Molly declared with a pointed look at her
husband. Blinking stupidly as he processed what she’d said, Molly saw the
exact moment comprehension lit his eyes. She couldn’t have more effectively
enlisted his assistance if she’d gotten down on her knees and begged. If there
was one thing she knew, it was how to dance with the Devil.
“By God, Nicholas WILL fix this,”
Devil roared, surging to his feet and taking a large gulp of his scotch. “I’ll
kill his stick-up-her-ass mother myself if it becomes necessary. As for the
dad,” he continued, beginning to pace, “if I can get him drunk enough, we can
convince him anything is a good idea. It’s that she-beast, Sofia, that rules
the roost….she’s just got Gino cowed right now. He’s terrified of the old bag.”
Holding up her hand, Vivian called for
silence. “Okay,” she began, looking at Devil over her shoulder for a
at the police station drunk when you drop by to bail me out later,” Sami
interjected smoothly, glancing at Molly. “You having anything, little mama?”
Molly thought about it for a whole second
as she stared longingly at the bottle. She’d really only had a few sips
earlier and she’d pumped plenty of milk for the baby. “Yeah, pour me half a
glass of wine, Sami.” She deserved a treat, damn it.
“If you’re taking orders,” Devil began,
looking hopefully toward Samantha as she poured Molly’s favored Merlot.
“From you?” Sami asked sweetly, lifting an
eyebrow at Devil. “You would trust little ole me to serve you?”
“Excellent point. I’ll get it myself,”
Devil replied with a tired sigh as he rubbed his temple. “You’d probably
poison it anyway.”
“You’re in luck, Satan. I’m fresh out of
rat poison tonight. What’ll you have? Scotch?” Sami questioned in a rare
display of goodwill. Molly could only silently assume that Samantha might need
them to pay her bail later and she’d decided it was better to stay on Dev’s
good side for the time being. Either that, or the world was coming to an end,
Molly thought as she crossed to get her own glass of Merlot. Given what she’d
seen already tonight, it could really go either way.
Never one to look a gift horse in the
mouth, Molly heard Devil quickly say, “There’s a 1984 MacAllan in the bottom
left cabinet. If ever there was a call to open that bottle, I’m thinking this
is it.”
“For once, I like the way you think, Devil
Delancy,” Sami said appreciatively as she quickly reached for two heavy glass
tumblers and filled them with the expensive amber liquor. Picking them up, she
quickly delivered one into Devil’s outstretched hand before resuming her own
seat. Taking a long, slow sip, she hummed appreciatively as she swallowed.
“Now, this is the kind of stuff a girl could get used to drinking. I bet if
you served this all the time, our relationship would be much healthier,
Delancy.”
“As interesting as that is, let’s get back
to Mannie and Nick,” Vivian pleaded urgently. “What did you mean that ‘they’re
coming’? And where the hell is Nick?”
“Yeah, and why isn’t he here right now begging you on his bony knees not to kick his ass to the curb while I throw darts at
his perfectly coiffed hair?” Samantha asked, swilling her scotch moodily.
“Technically and more importantly, legally
speaking, it would have to be Nick evicting Mannie from the home since only
Nick’s name appears on the deed to the townhouse,” Vivian corrected
automatically.
“Ay! Christo! Do you think I’m going to
be homeless, Vivian?” Armando yelped, jerking upright from where he slouched
against the arm of the sofa.
“I seriously doubt that, but even if you were homeless, you have a place right here in this house with me, Devil, and the
baby. We have more than enough room. It’ll be like a slumber party every
night. Isn’t that right, Devil?” Molly declared with a pointed look at her
husband. Blinking stupidly as he processed what she’d said, Molly saw the
exact moment comprehension lit his eyes. She couldn’t have more effectively
enlisted his assistance if she’d gotten down on her knees and begged. If there
was one thing she knew, it was how to dance with the Devil.
“By God, Nicholas WILL fix this,”
Devil roared, surging to his feet and taking a large gulp of his scotch. “I’ll
kill his stick-up-her-ass mother myself if it becomes necessary. As for the
dad,” he continued, beginning to pace, “if I can get him drunk enough, we can
convince him anything is a good idea. It’s that she-beast, Sofia, that rules
the roost….she’s just got Gino cowed right now. He’s terrified of the old bag.”
Holding up her hand, Vivian called for
silence. “Okay,” she began, looking at Devil over her shoulder for a
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