KATHERINE
Tall, lean, and wearing a smile that was either amused or curious... maybe both. His jacket was half-zipped and his hand was tucked casually into his pocket.
“Looking for Ace?” he asked.
I stared at him. This had to be Bob, the half-brother. The one Ace tolerated but didn’t trust to accomplish anything. The one who lingered in the shadows, watching everything.
“And are you?” I asked.
He stepped closer. “The brother he doesn’t talk about.”
Bingo.
“Well, brother or not, I need to see him,” I replied, folding my arms.
“He’s out. Cosa Nostra business,” he said, then paused, tilting his head like he was studying me. “You’re not like the other girls.”
I blinked. “Excuse me?”
“Most of them just cry or complain. But you…there’s fire behind those eyes,” he said with a grin. “It’
