He opens the sliding door and pokes his head out. “Hey, Dec.”
“Hey,” Declan says, eyeing Connor, who is wearing unlaced boots and a pink bathing suit.
“You need a ride?” Connor asks.
Declan pins me with a look that makes me want to shrink into the bushes.
I nod. “If you don’t mind.”
“I don’t. Declan, eyes on me,” Connor says.
“Please go put on some decent clothes. We want to look less like killers in pink and more like businessmen.”
Says the man who nailed the chief of police to a wall with a crossbow.
“I’m on it. Ten minutes,” Connor says, then he leaves with his brother.
Dina sips her wine. “Before they came, we were talking about something important, but I can’t remember what now.”
“Dress shopping.”
“Yes,” she says, excited. “I’m going to try to reschedule, but I doubt I can. When’s a good time for you?’
“I’m off the weekend after next.”
“I’ll try that weekend, but if I can’t reschedule, I’ll go alone.”
“Is Chi-chi not coming?”
“Chi-chi is wearing a suit. She was very firm about that.”
I hope it works out for us, because I don’t want Dina to go alone either. I want to be a part of her wedding as much as she wants me to be.
Chapter 12
Renne
Connor changes into black jeans and a black T-shirt. On the way out, he grabs a leather jacket. When he grips the wheel, I catch a full set of rings on his fingers, most of them various skulls that go with the skull-and-crossbones tattoos on top of his hands.
He’s freshly shaven and smells fantastic. Spicy and heavy cologne tonight, a hint of cinnamon, I believe.
“Do you want to tell me about your date, or should I ask Pete what happened?”
“I’ll tell you.” I launch into the whole story and get to the part when we arrived at the restaurant.
“Which restaurant?”
“L’Octane”
“The fancy one out by the park?”
“It’s fancy, but I’m not sure if there’s a park there.”
“There is. You can take Hanna there to dig in the sand.”
“She would eat the sand.”
He smiles. “Then what happened?”