The Redemption of Rico D'Angelo

‘We’re having an emergency meeting.’

‘A...? Where?’

‘At the pub around the corner.’

‘But...’

She stopped and kinked an eyebrow at him. ‘But what?’

He didn’t know. Just...but.

She let go of his arm and kept walking, but he noticed the way she scanned the surroundings. As if waiting for something unpleasant to jump out at her.

He hesitated for a fraction of a moment before setting off after her. ‘I have work to do.’

She raised an eyebrow. ‘Ain’t that the truth?’

A weight fell onto his shoulders so heavy he thought it might flatten him into the ground.

‘And excuse me if I correct you, Rico, but we have work to do.’

The weight eased a fraction. He moved forward to open the pub door for her. ‘What would you like to drink?’

She lifted her chin, her eyes almost daring him to contradict her. ‘It’s been a hell of a week, and I’m thirsty.’

He couldn’t have explained why, but his lips started to twitch. ‘A schooner of their finest?’

She smiled. ‘You better make it a light. I don’t want to go all giggly and stupid. And a packet of crisps—salt and vinegar. I’ll be over there.’ She pointed to a table in the corner.

When he returned, he found her seated with a pen and pad in front of her. She sipped the beer he handed her. She tore open the packet of crisps and crunched one.

‘Okay, we need to make a list of what needs doing and prioritise it.’

He set his lemon squash on the table with a thump. Rather than despair, he should have started troubleshooting—like Neen. He should have been proactive. He was usually so—

Louis’s birthday. He fell into a chair. Today should have been Louis’s birthday, and the knowledge had taunted him from the moment he’d opened his eyes that morning, surrounding him in darkness and a morass of self-loathing.

He jerked in his seat when he found himself the subject of Neen’s scrutiny again.

‘When was the last time you had a decent night’s sleep?’ she asked.

Ten years ago.

The unbidden answer made him flinch. He stared back at her and ferociously cut off that line of thought. ‘I could ask the same of you,’ he said, noting the dark circles under her eyes.

A shadow flitted across her face and he immediately wished the words unsaid. Some jerk was harassing her. Of course that would be playing havoc with her peace of mind. Then there was that dinner of hers last night, which obviously hadn’t gone well. The last thing she needed was to be reminded of her troubles.

‘What happened at dinner last night?’

He couldn’t believe he’d asked. He stiffened, seized his squash and took a gulp, almost choking on it. She raised an eyebrow and he couldn’t tell if she was laughing at him or not.

‘Sorry, none of my business.’

‘It ended in accusations and angry words.’ She shrugged. ‘Which is what I expected. But a girl can hope, can’t she?’

His hand tightened about his glass. Very carefully he set it down. ‘You didn’t entertain that ex who’s—?’

‘What kind of idiot do you think I am?’

Blue eyes flashed at him, easing the tightness in his chest. He frowned when he realised the tightness had threatened to relocate lower. He did what he could to ignore the burn and throb. Louis’s birthday. It had thrown him off kilter the entire day.

‘Sorry, I...’ He shook his head. ‘I’ve had too much experience with women getting caught up in the cycle of domestic violence.’

‘Personal experience?’

‘No.’ He hadn’t watched it from the sidelines growing up. He hadn’t suffered from it himself. He had no such excuse. ‘On-the-job experience.’

She stared into her beer. ‘It’d be awful to see one’s mother go through that.’

It was hard enough watching it in the families of the kids he was trying to help.

‘Remember how I said there was an issue of a contested will?’

He nodded.

‘Dinner last night was with the other interested party.’

And it had ended with angry words and accusations? ‘I’m sorry it didn’t go well.’

She shrugged. ‘Thank you, but it has nothing to do with work. What we need to do is come up with a game plan.’

He was so used to people requesting—demanding—assistance from him that Neen’s take-charge attitude threw him.

In a good way.

‘I see the most pressing concerns as, one: getting the place fumigated, and two: getting in an electrician to check the place over. Rats will gnaw through anything.’

‘I know a good electrician who’ll be happy to help in return for a bit of advertising.’

She wrinkled her nose. ‘Precisely how big are we going to make our menus, Rico?’

That surprised a laugh out of him. ‘I don’t have any contacts in the pest-control industry.’ Though whichever company he selected he could talk to them about taking on an apprentice or two, couldn’t he? There might just be a silver lining in all of this, after all.

‘You’re obviously worried about the budget.’

She lifted her beer to her lips and it suddenly struck him how pretty she was. Not in a loud, showy way—nobody would ever call her beautiful—but with her fall of thick chestnut hair, pert nose and wide mouth she was most definitely pretty.

And the longer he stared at her the more that weight on his shoulders lifted.