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“I was saving us,” she gasped. Her eyes were wild as she looked from me to Dane.
“We had it taken care of,” Dane added, his voice coming from over my shoulder.
“Yeah, well, this was my problem. I take care of my problems. I fell apart earlier, but that ended.”
She wasn’t freaking out now. I was. I ran a hand over my face, trying to forget the sight of her as she’d come into the bar.
“Where the fuck are my men? How did you get out of the apartment? I left specific instructions.”
She gave a little impish smile and I wanted to spin her around and spank her ass right here on this busy street. My fingers itched to do so.
She lifted her chin. “I told them I got my period and needed tampons. They could either go out and get them for me, or they could take me to the store.”
Tampons? God, I could only imagine the look on my men’s faces when she said that word.
“Obviously, they took me to the store. And I ditched them.”
I pulled my cell from my pocket, saw that I’d missed ten calls and three texts. Since I’d had it on silent for the meeting, I’d missed them all. They’d all be about Harper. The bastards lost her. They could sweat it out a little longer.
“That was stupid, sugar.”
She looked down at the sidewalk. A car honked behind us, the people walking around us, going about the day filled my ears. Sounds that proved we were alive.
“Reckless, but what you did was reckless, too.”
“We had insurance. Dirt on O’Sullivan that guaranteed we stayed alive.”
“I did, too,” she countered, crossing her arms over her chest. She wore the long-sleeved shirt and yoga pants from when she worked in the kitchen earlier. A hint of flour clung to the material, otherwise she didn’t look as if she’d been well fucked or shot at.
“What the hell did Mrs. O’Sullivan say to her husband?”
“I told her the freezer had been full and that I had to take the leftovers home with me. She was not happy about that as she was the one who personally told me where to put the extras because she loved them so much.”
I stepped back, paced back and forth.
“O’Sullivan is afraid of his wife because of a few leftovers?”
I shrugged. “She knows what her husband does. She’s no dummy. She comes across as a flaky socialite, but she has that man by the balls. I was the third caterer for this job. While it doesn’t speak well about my company coming in third, I was the only one who didn’t run away screaming. She’s not going through any more caterers, and it turns out she loved what I did for her. Besides, I told her I’d give her the recipe for the Swedish meatballs.”
“Swedish meatballs?” Dane asked.
“It’s my grandmother’s recipe. Trust me, you don’t want to see Mrs. O’Sullivan unhappy.”
I had to smile then. “Yeah, I think Shamus knows that, too.”
“You’re under Shamus O’Sullivan’s protection because of some meatballs?” Dane asked.
She shrugged again. “That and the little come-to-Jesus chat she had with me about the confidentiality clause in my contract. Women talk differently. I’m not going to mention a dead body, and she’s going to get the two other events catered the way she wants. I’m not going to end up dead because she’ll know her husband did it. Like I said, she has him by the balls.”
I shook my head. “Unbelievable.”
“So between whatever you had and his wife, we’re good.”
“We’re good with Shamus
, sugar. As for you? You’re not good. You’ve been very…very bad.”
“That’s right. When we get back to the penthouse, we’re going to have a little talk.”
