Wild Jinx by Sandra Hill

Author:Sandra Hill [Hill, Sandra]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, pdf
Tags: Contemporary, Romance, Humour, (¯`'•.¸//(*_*)\\¸.•'´¯)
ISBN: 9780446616539
Publisher: Grand Central Publishing
Published: 2008-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

The Motley Crew just got motlier . . .

Veronica looked at the ever-increasing pile of paperwork on the desk of her Jinx, Inc. office in Barnegat, New Jersey, and said, “To think I left corporate law to avoid this crap.”

The two people sitting in front of her desk just laughed.

“I know what you mean. When I was a nun, teaching at St. Anne’s College, I spent half my time filling out church documents. Believe me, the church is as bad as the government when it comes to red tape. And rules! There were so many ‘Do Nots’ it sounded like a Motown song.” This from Grace O’Brien, a professional poker playing buddy of Jake’s; she’d left the convent years ago, for reasons unknown.

“Honey, you must have been the hottest nun. Playboy would have loved you,” said Angel Sabato, another poker playing buddy of Jake’s. Angel ought to know about the nude modeling; he’d once bared it all for Playgirl under the heading, “His Poker Is Hot.”

Grace’s lime green eyes flashed with a temper befitting her fiery red hair. “I am tired of you always making jokes about my being a nun. There’s nothing wrong with a religious calling.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” Angel held his hands up in surrender, laughing. “Pull in your prickles, Miz Thorny.”

“You are such a child.”

“And don’t you just love it?” He tugged on one of her red curls playfully.

“You wish!” She slapped his hand away.

The two of them had got knocked out early in the World Poker Tournament in AC, where Jake was still in the game. The talent was intense, Jake had told her when he called this morning. That must account for the snippy moods these two were in. She and Jake had both planned a getaway to a boardwalk hotel, but her grandfather had been unable to babysit at the last minute.

“Listen, Mr. Studmuffin. You’ve got your tail in a knot just because the redneck from Alabama kept making fun of your earring, and then beat the stuffing out of you in the last round. Don’t take it out on me. Good thing you got rid of that long hair, though, or Leroy would have really been on your case. Either that, or he might have asked you for a date.” Grace grinned as she ragged on Angel.

Until recently, Angel had worn his long black hair in a ponytail and his body in leather . . . lots of leather. For some reason, he’d gone conservative lately . . . well, conservative for Angel. Today he wore a muscle shirt that showed off a barbed wire tattoo, boot-cut jeans, and motorcycle boots. And his hair was short . . . almost military short.

“Sweet cheeks, my tail is just fine,” Angel drawled. “Your problem is frustration, pure and simple. Celibacy will do that. Nothing a little hot sex won’t remedy. When was the last time you got laid, by the way . . . pre–Vatican One, or, could it be . . . never?”

“And you’d like to be the one to remedy that situation? Too little, too late.

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