“Nothing that would interest you,” she said, packing the two subs in a paper bag.
“How do you know that?”
She glanced up and met his gaze. “Look, I’m here to make your sandwiches, not to tell you about my life, okay?”
Shoving his hands in his pockets, Crow clenched his jaw, his dark eyes boring into hers. “Whatever.”
Rosa came over and put her arm around Angela’s shoulders. “Is my niece taking good care of you?”
“Let’s just say she doesn’t have your special touch,” he answered.
The woman burst into a hearty laugh.
“Do you want anything else?” Angela asked in a dry tone as she placed the last sub in the bag.
Before Crow could reply, Rosa grabbed a plastic container and put two heaping spoonfuls of black and green olives inside it. “I know you like these,” she said before adding them to the bag.
A grin spread across his lips. “I do. Thanks.”
“How are your friends? The one with the blond hair and all the tattoos came in here the other day. He had a pretty woman with him. She was a blonde too.”
“That must’ve been Goldie. He works at Get Inked.”
“Who was the woman?”
“His old lady.”
A laugh escaped her lips. “If my Leo called me an ‘old lady,’ I’d clobber him over the head with a rolling pin.”
“Clobber me? What did I do?” Leo nudged his wife with his shoulder, then slinked his arm around her waist.
“Get back to work.” She teased.
“That’ll be thirty-eight dollars,” Angela said, her expression a mask of stone.
Crow pulled out his wallet and handed her two twenties.
“You buying dinner for your friends?” Leo asked.
“Yeah. We can’t stay away from your subs.”
“How’s business at the pool hall?”
“Not bad, considering the storm,” he replied.
Laughing, Leo waved his hand toward the window behind Crow. “When it comes down hard like this, everyone wants to buy food for a month.”
Crow glanced over and saw that the snow was falling harder than when he’d entered the delicatessen.
“All people want to do when it’s bad like this is eat,” Leo said.
Angela turned from the cash register, and Crow sucked in a breath while ogling her sensual, undulating curves as she walked toward him.I can think of something I’d rather do.
“Leo, I need you to help Mr. Carbone. He’s been waiting patiently for you,” Rosa said, then turned to Crow and added, “Drive carefully” before waiting on the next customer in line.
“Here you go.” Angela placed his change on the counter. Looking past him, she smiled warmly at a woman behind him. “May I help you?”
Crow scooped up the change, grabbed the bag, and walked out without a backward glance. She was a pretty woman, but he wasn’t the type to play into any hard-to-get bullshit game. He knew she was interested. He’d caught her sneaking peeks at him at Flanigan’s the other night, and he saw it in her eyes when she’d recognized him at the deli. But if Angela wanted to pretend she could care less, then so be it. There were plenty of cute chicks waiting in line to get a turn with him.