Making of Them (Beating the Biker 3)
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Chrissy’s face scrunched up as she frowned. “You won’t help me.”
Saks melted into her blue eyes that stared at him with fevered intensity. How could he not help her? He would do almost anything she wanted except stand up as a representative of a crime family, either hers or his.
He slid his hands down her bare arms and then took her in his. Saks gazed into her eyes, hoping she’d understand what he was going to say.
“I didn’t say that. But I think we need a more practiced hand for this operation.”
“What do you mean?”
“How long has your father been in the hospital?”
“Two days.”
“I think it’s time for him to check out.”
“What? He’s not ready for that.”
“He can leave anytime he wants. But don’t worry. I can get qualified medical help to stay with him for a couple days. I probably can even arrange for an ambulance to get him home.”
“Everything okay out here?” Luke poked his head out the front door.
“Yeah. Chrissy has some family problems that we need to work on. Sorry, man. I have to cut out early.”
“What else is new,” Luke responded, exasperated.
Saks pushed inside the door while Luke gave him an annoyed glance, and took his jacket off the hook.
“Sorry, man. Come on, Chrissy.”
“Where are we going?
“First we’re going to speak to Uncle Vits.”
“Why?”
“Taking care of another jelly packet.”
“What are you talking about?”
Saks smirked “What? Have you heard about the jelly packet puzzle?” He put his arm around her. “I assume we’re taking your car unless you want to ride in my junker.”
“What? No, big bad Harley?”
“You know what? I think that’s a good idea.” Saks steered her toward the back garage where he stored his Harley.
“You’re crazy. I’m wearing a dress.”
“What? You don’t want to get used to riding a bike in a dress for when we drive away on our wedding day?”
“You’re ridiculous. I want a nice stretch limo.”
“Hmm,” Saks thought. “You don’t own a pair of jeans?”
“If you remember, I came here last night in my dress.”
“Ah, yes. The walk of shame.”
“The only shame here is how you shamelessly seduced me—on a pool table, no less.”