Uncover Me (19 page)

“I don’t have a better one. So, we’re going to be partners?” I asked, leaning back in my chair and running my hand through my hair.

“Yeah. We have to get an office and business cards and come up with a great name. There’s not much competition in the area. The ones I’ve found are jokes with no real training. We can even reach out to local law enforcement and see if they’d let us follow up on some cold cases. Think about it, man. There’s no one more qualified than we are around here for this kind of work.”

“I’ll talk to my lawyer this week and see what we need to do to first. I want this shit on the up-and-up.”

“Partners?” he asked, holding out his hand.

Sliding my palm in his, I replied, “Partners,” before shaking his hand and sealing the deal.

“Let’s get together next week after you talk with your lawyer and iron out all the details.”

Although I knew it could be cumbersome to start a new business—I’d been a part of Inked when it had begun—I knew it wasn’t too difficult. Especially an operation with few employees and very few supplies. We could have it off the ground in a matter of weeks.

We sat for about fifteen minutes, bullshitting and talking about the DEA. Everything seemed to be going smoothly with the criminal cases for the members of the Sun Devils who had been arrested. For once, it was working out as planned.

“Let’s go tell the girls the good news and celebrate,” James said, pushing back from the table.

I nodded before following him into living room. The ladies were sitting on the couch, chatting and laughing, and it was the happiest I’d seen Angel.

“It’s time to celebrate, ladies!” James exclaimed, slapping me on the back after I’d come to a stop next to him.

Fucker really wanted to be punched. He knew I hated that shit, and that was the main reason he did it.

Glaring at him, I spoke though gritted teeth. “Ready to eat?”

“What are we celebrating, Jimmy?” Izzy slurred, her smile sloppy and uneven.

They’d had almost an entire bottle of wine on empty stomachs. They were tipsy, giggling like high school girls, and Angel was sexy as fuck.

James’s smile changed when she called him Jimmy. I knew he hated that name. A few people at the agency had tried using it on him a couple of times. James’s fist had abruptly met their faces before they’d started calling him by his full legal name. Most changed to Caldo, preferring his last name to avoid any physical harm. Izzy, on the other hand, liked yanking someone’s chain.

“Izzy, you’ll pay for that later, but for now, we’re going to celebrate the future. Your brother and I are going into business together.”

“Oh God,” she whined with glassy eyes as she threw herself backward into the couch cushions. “My brother and my boyfriend—together forever.”

“Sounds like a greeting card,” Angel said, bursting into laughter before Izzy followed suit.

“Maybe I should get them that little heart charm that’s split in two and they can each wear one half.” Izzy slapped her knees, chuckling as tears began to stream down her face.

“All right, ladies. Let’s get some food into you both.”

“Drinks too,” Izzy told James as she wiped her face and stood.

James stroked her cheek, staring into her eyes with a grin. “Anything you want, Izzy. I’ll get what I want later.”

“Dude,” I said, pointing my finger at him. “Don’t say that shit about my sister. Especially in front of me.”

“Habit.”

“Get fucking new ones,” I demanded, holding out my hand to help Angel stand.

A few times this week, I’d called her Roxy. Then I’d been quickly reminded not to use the name. Each time, I’d spend ten minutes chanting the name “Angel” over and over again inside my head to help make it flow naturally.

“Since she’s your sister, I’ll try my best.”

“Ooh, baby, I love when you try your best,” Izzy declared, jumping on James and wrapping her legs around his body.

“Fuck,” I grumbled. This type of shit was going to happen all the time. I needed to just get used to it and ignore them or Izzy would try to push my buttons every time we were together.

She kissed his face, holding his cheeks in her hands as James held her by her ass. “I love you, Jimmy,” she blurted before kissing him on the lips.

James pulled his lips away and smiled. “That’s the only time I’ll let you call me that.”

“Ready to go, Ro—” I stopped dead as my eyes grew wide. Fuck. I knew I’d do it sometime. Watching them in my living room had me a little off-kilter. “Angel.” I hated the slip-up and prayed she wasn’t pissed.

“Yeah,” she said with a small smile, stroking my arm. “It’s okay, baby,” she whispered.

“Can you two disengage long enough to leave the house and get to the restaurant?” I asked, looking over at them as they kissed.

“Uh huh,” James mumbled, his lips pressed against Izzy’s. “Come on, Iz. We have to go eat.”

“No,” she breathed. “I love how you kiss.”

“Iz, babe, let’s go. We can finish this in the car on the way to the restaurant.” He winked at her and she instantly jumped down, marching straight for the door.

“We’re taking two motherfuckin’ cars,” I insisted as I wrapped my arm around my girl and followed James and Izzy into the foyer.

As I grabbed my keys off the side table, they walked outside and waited until I’d turned off the lights and locked up the house. As we climbed in our cars, I thought that this might be one of the longest nights of my life.

“What’s wrong, Thomas?” Angel asked as I closed the door and started the car.

“I’m so stressed tonight. I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me.” I gripped the steering wheel, feeling the leather slide underneath my palm.

“You need to relax,” she said, touching my bicep and giving it a quick squeeze. “Does it bother you that much that they’re a couple?”

I had to answer honestly. “Not really. I mean, it’s my sister, and I don’t need the shit thrown in my face. He’s my best friend, and I trust him with my life, so why not with my sister’s?”

“Habits die hard, baby. I’ll tell you this. She loves him.”

“She made that clear,” I said, the mental image of her body attached to him in my living room still burned into my vision.

“Not just love. She’s crazy about that man. Right before you two came in the room, she was gushing about him.”

“Gushing?” I asked, looking over at Angel. “Izzy has never been a gusher.”

“Head over heels in love with that man. I think they’re a cute couple.” She smiled, her small fingers stroking the inside of my arm.

“Yeah,” I mumbled, looking over at her. Her words were true. I couldn’t think of two people who deserved each other more than James and Izzy. They could spend a lifetime busting each other’s balls.

“If you trust him with your life, why don’t you trust him with your sister’s?”

I sighed. She was right. “I do.” It wasn’t a lie.

“It’s settled, then,” she said, releasing my arm. “Now cheer the fuck up. I really like your sister, by the way.”

“Either you love her or you hate her. She’s one of those people.” I tried to keep my eyes off the rearview mirror. When I did glance back, I saw Izzy pawing at James, and they were both smiling.

“Well, I love her.”

“Ready to meet the family yet?” I asked, hoping and praying she’d say yes.

Ma would be relentless if I didn’t bring her with me. Everyone was expecting her, especially my parents. They weren’t easy to disappoint without feeling an overwhelming sense of Italian Catholic guilt.

“Yeah,” she squeaked, catching me by surprise.

“Yes?” I felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders with her agreement.

“I’ll go.” She pulled the visor down and checked her makeup in the mirror.

“You’ve made me the happiest man in the world,” I declared.

“That would be James right now, but don’t look,” she warned, pointing at something in her mirror.

“Fuck,” I muttered. Maybe going into business with James wasn’t the best idea after all.

Chapter 16

I groaned as I rolled over. My eyes didn’t just sting from lack of sleep—they ached as I tried to open them. How much had I fucking had to drink? My head felt like my brain was trying to push its way through my skull. My stomach churned from a simple movement. I needed to make a mental note:
Do not try and out-drink Izzy Gallo again.
The girl was little, but fuck. She was like a goddamn bottomless pit. I had never been a heavy drinker, never developed a tolerance for it, but hell. I’d try to keep up with the best of them, and she was a fucking champion.

“Baby,” I mumbled, throwing my arm over my eyes to block out the light.

“You okay, Angel?” he asked in a smooth, sultry morning voice.

From what I remembered, he and James had talked business and watched as Izzy and I’d gotten shitfaced. They were so excited about the new venture, and Izzy and I were in a fit of giggles. The more we drank, the funnier shit got. They were trying to come up with names for their private investigator business, and Izzy and I came up with every funny name we could think of and almost got us kicked out of the restaurant in the process. We came up with Tricky Dicks, Private Dicks, Pick a Dick, and Quickie Dicks. If it had the word “dick” and rhymed, we said it. We thought we were hilarious, but the guys? Not so much.

“My head is about to explode,” I complained, speaking slowly and quietly.

“I figured you’d feel like shit today.”

“Ya think?” I asked in a snarky tone. “Fuck. How am I supposed to go to your parents’ house feeling like this?”

He rolled over, the bed dipping, which almost made my stomach’s contents empty on the spot. It had been a long time since I’d been this hung over. Why had I picked last night of all nights to do that shit?

“Stop moving!” I screeched, moving my hand to cover my mouth.

The bed shook from his deep laughter. “Sorry,” he whispered, but continued laughing. Even though the bed was barely moving, it might as well have been an earthquake with the way my stomach was being jostled.

“Baby, you really need to stop fucking moving.” I wouldn’t call myself grumpy, just ill.

“I’m going to go make you a little hair of the dog.”

“Ugh,” I groaned, praying to pass out. It was so much better when I was asleep and oblivious to the way I’d mistreated my body last night.

“I promise it will make you feel better.”

The bed dipped and sprang back to its original form, and I rolled to the side, trying to find the edge. I wanted to lie on the floor, thinking it would be a more stable surface.

“Ouch,” I cried as I plopped on the hardwood floor with nothing to break my fall.
So not a better choice.
I sprawled out, closing my eyes as I let the coolness of the floor soothe me. Everything was spinning, even the blackness behind my eyelids.

“Want me to help you into the bathroom?” he asked from the other side of the bed.

I wasn’t going to open my eyes to see where he was. “No. Leave me here to die.”

“I’ll be right back,” he said, snorting.

Then I heard his footsteps. It sounded like a bear was walking the halls. Every sound was amplified, and I couldn’t imagine listening to a loud Italian family today with this type of hammering in my head.

Drool started to dribble from my lip and collect under my face on the floor. I didn’t bother to wipe it away. I couldn’t move. Fuck. I said a little prayer, promising to never drink again if God would only make me feel better. We all make that prayer when we’re in over our head, even though we know it’s a crock of shit.

His loud footsteps woke me again. “Up ya go. You have to drink this.” He touched my shoulder, making my body lurch away without thought.

“Just kill me. It’ll be easier,” I whined, my body molded to the floor. I had to look like quite a sight. Sprawled out, naked, lying in puddle of drool, with my legs bent in an awkward way. I was too sick to even care, in all honesty.

“Nah. I love you too much to let that happen,” he said, his voice closer than it had been before.

He loved me.
He
loved me. I didn’t think I could ever get sick of hearing those words.

Peeling one eye open, I saw his knee close to my face. “I can’t sit up by myself. It’s impossible.”

Placing his hands under my arms, he began to lift me.

“Oh, God,” I grumbled. Everything started to move, and I had to seal my eyes shut to keep whatever was in my stomach down.

He propped my back against the bed and held me by the shoulders. I took three deep breaths, trying to push down the lump that had formed in my throat. Using every ounce of energy I had, I brought my knees up to my chest and rested my chin against my cool skin. Then I opened my eyes just enough to see him kneeling in front of me and looking fresh as a fucking daisy.

Removing one hand from my shoulders but still holding me steady, he grabbed the glass and held it in front of me. “I swear this will make you feel better.”

In the glass was a Bloody Mary. The thought of something so salty and thick made me instantly start to gag.

“I can’t,” I closed my eyes.

“Come on, Angel. Just a small sip,” he coaxed me, pulling my chin up in his direction.