Butterface

The basement was at the end of rickety stairs in a dark room that had a single lightbulb with a pull string hanging from the ceiling. In other words, it was a basement he would have fully expected to get called to for work. Despite the atmosphere and the fact that the basement used to belong to Big Nose Tommy Luca, he didn’t find a body—at least not another one—but did find the main water valve behind a stack of boxes that looked like they’d been in the basement for the past century. He turned the main water valve off and hustled upstairs to the kitchen, where he almost had a heart attack.

Gina was sitting at the kitchen table—still more wet than dry—breaking down his service weapon like a pro.

“What in the hell are you doing?”

“I don’t allow guns in my house.”

She grabbed a flat-head screwdriver and pushed down on the black collar around the exposed portion of the firing pin while simultaneously sliding the back plate back. A rookie would have let go of the firing pin and the big steel safety pin and sent them flying across the room, but not Gina. She kept ahold of both and then removed them and sat them on the table beside his nine millimeter’s magazine.

He’d never gotten turned on by a woman who knew her way around a gun before. Watching her changed that.

What in the hell was wrong with him? Forbidden fruit really wasn’t normally his kink. He went for the future soccer mom type who followed the rules and kept to a schedule. This detail was just messing with his head—both of them.

“You do remember I’m here on official business?” he said, striding into the kitchen and stopping on the opposite side of the table, leaning forward for emphasis. “There may be someone waiting for the perfect moment to clean up any details they’d overlooked before with your grandfather.”

She kept on with what she was doing, not even bothering to look up. “You do remember I pay the mortgage, so you have to follow my rules and I don’t allow firearms in my house.”

“This is ridiculous.”

She shrugged. “Then leave.”

“That’s not gonna happen.” Not with her other option being Gallo at her kitchen table to find out what he could from the Luca brothers’ totally off-limits—remember that part, Hartigan—sister. “And neither is me giving up my gun.”

…

Gina tried her hardest to ignore the way Ford’s forearms looked when he pressed his palms to the kitchen table and leaned forward. She totally failed.

Before, she’d never really gotten why some women raved about arm porn. Now she did. She shifted in her seat and sat the flat-head screwdriver down next to the nine millimeter’s slide and spring.

“If you’re in this house, it’s without your gun.” That was her line in the sand, and no one got to cross it.

She didn’t believe this cock-and-bull story about someone out there lurking to clean up a mess left behind after they’d offed her grandfather twenty years ago. That meant only one thing. Her brothers were up to something more poorly thought out than usual and it had gotten the attention of Waterbury’s finest. Playing along with this nonsense was her best option to find out what Paul and Rocco were doing, which was the only reason she’d agreed to let Ford stay. Really. That was it.

“No gun?” He stood straight and crossed his arms over his bare chest. “That’s total nonsense.”

“I don’t like guns.” Brilliant comeback, Regina.

She could have come up with something better if she had gotten to make the pot of coffee she’d been starting when the damn faucet she was trying to tighten at the base came off and sent water everywhere. That’s all it was. It sure wasn’t because she was distracted by his biceps or his washboard abs or the dark happy trail that started right below his belly button and disappeared beneath the waistband of his low-slung jeans.

“Well you sure are comfortable with them.” He jerked his chin at the separated pieces that made up his nine millimeter that were spread out over her kitchen table.

He wasn’t wrong. The Lucas could trace their connections back to the old country, but her dad had been the odd duck of the family who walked away from the family business. There weren’t any guns in her house growing up, but here in this one? Yeah, that had been different when her grandfather had been alive.