Jazz Baby by Lorelie Brown

Author:Lorelie Brown [Brown, Lorelie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Historical Romance
ISBN: 9781605049403
Publisher: Samhain
Published: 2010-03-02T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nineteen

“Here we are.”“Yep. Home again.”

They stood on the sidewalk, three buildings up from The Kirk, in front of a tiny Italian restaurant. Their hands were intertwined, fingers laced together. Dusk had fallen and shadows crept along the street. A few people lingered here and there, but most hustled past them, eager to get to their loved ones, cook dinner and have a quiet night.

They’d gone to a baseball game and even though the Yankees had lost, Micah hadn’t cared a bit. They’d had a great time laughing, joking and pretending they were carefree and now Kate didn’t seem eager to end it. She seemed content to stand with him. Truth be told, he’d be damn happy to stand still with her. Or even better, if they walked away from it all. Her millstone of a brother, his own shifting loyalties.

Winthrop had sent a message round to the warehouse today, asking for an update on the investigation into Vittorelli’s activities and The Kirk. Micah had read it, then found himself shredding it before he’d stalked out, headed for Kate. He didn’t know how to answer his boss. Didn’t know what to give up. If he handed over Johnny for yesterday’s attempted assault he’d get a slap on the wrist and be back again in a matter of months, while The Kirk was shut down for good. At the same time, it was as close to his goal of taking down mobsters as he’d ever gotten. He couldn’t give up even that small choice when he knew Kate would eventually find out the truth about his double life too. Every chance he got, he spun the options, trying to find an outcome whereby he could fulfill his goals and keep The Kirk in one piece. He’d come up dry.

“Ready to get to work?” he finally asked.

“Nope. You?”

“Nowhere I have to be.”

Slowly, so slowly he thought he’d forget to breathe as he waited on her, she turned away from her building and looked up at him. Awareness and desperation and trust but most of all fragile, blooming trust lived in her delicate features. “I don’t suppose you have any more surprises for me,” she breathed.

“Maybe one. Are you sure you’d like it?”

Ducking her head, she looked up at him through the thick black fringe of her lashes. It made him feel about as tall as the Brooklyn Bridge.

“Why don’t we find out?”

He had no idea how he kept his hands off her for four blocks. Lost in a haze of possibilities, he felt like a caveman as he practically hauled her down the streets. She raced along with him, her gleeful laugh ringing out as they darted around a fruit seller’s cart, nearly knocking over a pyramid of oranges. One tumbled off the top but Micah caught it and lobbed it to the fruit man, who snatched it out of the air even as he cursed them in Italian.

They darted through the etched glass doors of Micah’s apartment building and ducked into the elevator just before an elderly gentleman closed the gate.

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