Mafia Chic (Red Dress Ink Novels) by Orloff Erica

Author:Orloff, Erica [Orloff, Erica]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Harlequin Enterprises
Published: 2012-06-14T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

“I thought that went really well,” Robert said in the car, too oblivious to the situation. “Once I smoked one of those awful cigars, they seemed to really accept me.”

Sure.

But I didn’t care. I squeezed his hand. “I’m sure they liked you.”

“I’m taking them all to the Giants game in two weeks.”

“What?”

Diana slapped the back of his head.

“Glad you did that, Di. Saved me from doing it.”

“What?” Robert looked over at me. “I thought it would be nice. I happen to have tickets. Eight seats in a skybox. I thought your uncles could come, your father and grandfather. Tony.”

“Are you trying to end up in a concrete barrel under the end zone?” I asked incredulously.

“What?”

“Jimmy Hoffa. That’s where he’s rumored to be buried, you know. Meadowlands’ end zone.”

“You are kidding me?”

“No. I’m not. Though Uncle Carmine swears, from a very good source, Hoffa was actually killed in a restaurant and fed through a meat grinder, body piece by body piece.”

Robert cringed. “Nice mental picture, thanks.”

“I’m just teasing, Robert. But do you really think you’re ready to spend time with them alone?”

“I thought it would be a good way to get to know them.” He lifted my hand to his lips and kissed it.

Diana snapped, “Well, next time you have a thought like that, suppress it. Bury it. Slap your own bloody head.”

“You know,” Robert said. “I am beginning to think you two are a little paranoid. Teddi, your family was very nice. They welcomed me. They were lovely. Just like you.”

Di spoke up from the back seat. “Please…I am going to vomit. You have absobloodylutely no idea what Uncle Carmine is like when the Giants are losing. I wasn’t even raised on American football, but I know enough to check how they’re doing in the papers before we go out to Sunday dinner.”

“Well,” Robert laughed, “they usually do terribly.”

“Precisely,” Diana said, continuing her rant. “Fine. Go watch your little football game. I hope you leave with your ten little fingers to drive home from it.”

“I thought I’d get a limo so we could drink. Enjoy ourselves.”

I punched him in the shoulder. “Alcohol? Excessive alcohol added to the mix? What is your religious background, Robert?”

“Episcopal. Why?”

“They have a rosary?”

“No.”

“Good God, then, invoke whatever the hell the Episcopalians do. But God rest your soul.”

As we crossed the bridge back to the city, Diana said, “Tony’s meeting us in front of our apartment building. You two want to come out with us? Just going for a quiet drink somewhere.”

“No, that’s all right. I told you, you go have your special first date with Tony.”

“Tony?” Robert asked.

“Yes.”

“The big guy?”

“They’re all big guys. Except for scrawny Jack. Jackie,” Di corrected herself.

Robert smirked. “No offense, but he doesn’t seem your type.”

“Tall, dark and devastatingly handsome? What’s not to like in that type?” Di retorted.

Wonderful. Now he was pissing off my best friend.

“It’s not that, but getting entangled with…you know. He’s—”

“Careful, Robert. You may not want to finish that sentence,” Di warned. Then she switched the conversation.

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