but he only followed me.
“So, how’s the shoulder coming along?” Milan questioned him. “I get to work on you next time you come into the clinic, isn’t that great?”
“Yeah, great, Milan. I can’t wait. You’ll probably cause me even more pain.”
“Hey, that’s not fair! I think I’m a great physical therapist. However, if you give me grief about it, I may just make it hurt.” She flopped down on the couch and stole a swig of Zane’s beer. “You are here to check up on her, right? Or is it something else.” She eyed the both of us.
Before either one of us could answer her, Marco stormed through the door.
“He better be here to check up on her and not something else ,” he warned in an angry voice.
Zane raised an eyebrow. “Damn, Marco, if I had known you and Milan were going to crash our little party, I would’ve taken Mia back to my place where we wouldn’t be interrupted.”
I turned and glared at him for insinuating we were an item. I could see the veins in Marco’s neck pulsating. Shit, he was angry. What a mess!
“Wow, I didn’t even know the two of you were dating,” Milan said. “You could have said something, you know; I am your friend. Oh, I bet Jada knows all about it.”
“I’m not dating him. Now, will the both of you just shut up! We were discussing a business thing, not pleasure.”
“We’ll see,” Zane replied, humour lacing his words.
I elbowed him in the ribs, but the bastard didn’t even flinch. “Do you have to be such a pain in the arse?”
His knowing grin had the palm of my hand itching to smack him across the head. “He was teasing me at work today, saying I was scared,” I explained.
Marco seemed to have calmed down a touch as he crossed his arms over his chest and said, “And going to this convention is going to prove you’re not?”
“It’s a bit more complicated than that,” I growled.
“No, it isn’t complicated at all,” Zane inserted. “In fact, I think it’s pretty fucking simple.”
I stared daggers at him. Refusing to engage in yet more verbal warfare, I attempted to put the focus on Marco instead. “So, Marco, have you heard from Miccah this week?
“Yeah, I did actually,” he said. “He’ll be based in Iraq for the next six months and then he should come home for a bit of a stint. But I wouldn’t hold my breath. He’s said he’s coming home a few times now, and all it does is break Ma’s heart. I miss the little shit, but damn he’s such a hero.”
“God, at least there is one Brunetti who is a hero,” Milan said under her breath.
Marco flashed Milan a sexy smile. “Aw, come on, you know I’ve always been a hero in your eyes, darlin’.”
“Yeah, in your wet dreams,” Milan scoffed.
“Okay, stop! I am not going to stand here and listen to the two of you argue. It’s all you ever do. Honestly, sometimes I feel like locking the both of you in a room together and see who will come out alive!” I spat angrily.
Marco’s eyebrows shot up and his face broke into a grin. “Geez, squirt, if you could find a room now, I’d be happy to oblige.” His eyes were lingering on Milan for way too long. Oh, boy, she was going to blow any second now.
“Me, too. I’d love to kill him!” gritted Milan. “You think you are God’s gift to women!”
They were going to have a full-on fight if I didn’t calm them down somehow.
“At least that’s what all the ladies tell me.”
“If you are all staying, does anyone want a drink? Tea or a coffee?” I gave up and headed for the kitchen, calling over my shoulder, “I’m getting everyone their usual.” I was happy to let Zane deal with their childish behaviour.
“Sounds great, squirt,” Marco called out to me in his normal, laid-back way.
“Do you want another beer, Zane?” I asked from the kitchen as I opened the refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of wine for me and Milan to share and I flicked on the Nespresso for Marco.
“No, thanks,” Zane
“So, how’s the shoulder coming along?” Milan questioned him. “I get to work on you next time you come into the clinic, isn’t that great?”
“Yeah, great, Milan. I can’t wait. You’ll probably cause me even more pain.”
“Hey, that’s not fair! I think I’m a great physical therapist. However, if you give me grief about it, I may just make it hurt.” She flopped down on the couch and stole a swig of Zane’s beer. “You are here to check up on her, right? Or is it something else.” She eyed the both of us.
Before either one of us could answer her, Marco stormed through the door.
“He better be here to check up on her and not something else ,” he warned in an angry voice.
Zane raised an eyebrow. “Damn, Marco, if I had known you and Milan were going to crash our little party, I would’ve taken Mia back to my place where we wouldn’t be interrupted.”
I turned and glared at him for insinuating we were an item. I could see the veins in Marco’s neck pulsating. Shit, he was angry. What a mess!
“Wow, I didn’t even know the two of you were dating,” Milan said. “You could have said something, you know; I am your friend. Oh, I bet Jada knows all about it.”
“I’m not dating him. Now, will the both of you just shut up! We were discussing a business thing, not pleasure.”
“We’ll see,” Zane replied, humour lacing his words.
I elbowed him in the ribs, but the bastard didn’t even flinch. “Do you have to be such a pain in the arse?”
His knowing grin had the palm of my hand itching to smack him across the head. “He was teasing me at work today, saying I was scared,” I explained.
Marco seemed to have calmed down a touch as he crossed his arms over his chest and said, “And going to this convention is going to prove you’re not?”
“It’s a bit more complicated than that,” I growled.
“No, it isn’t complicated at all,” Zane inserted. “In fact, I think it’s pretty fucking simple.”
I stared daggers at him. Refusing to engage in yet more verbal warfare, I attempted to put the focus on Marco instead. “So, Marco, have you heard from Miccah this week?
“Yeah, I did actually,” he said. “He’ll be based in Iraq for the next six months and then he should come home for a bit of a stint. But I wouldn’t hold my breath. He’s said he’s coming home a few times now, and all it does is break Ma’s heart. I miss the little shit, but damn he’s such a hero.”
“God, at least there is one Brunetti who is a hero,” Milan said under her breath.
Marco flashed Milan a sexy smile. “Aw, come on, you know I’ve always been a hero in your eyes, darlin’.”
“Yeah, in your wet dreams,” Milan scoffed.
“Okay, stop! I am not going to stand here and listen to the two of you argue. It’s all you ever do. Honestly, sometimes I feel like locking the both of you in a room together and see who will come out alive!” I spat angrily.
Marco’s eyebrows shot up and his face broke into a grin. “Geez, squirt, if you could find a room now, I’d be happy to oblige.” His eyes were lingering on Milan for way too long. Oh, boy, she was going to blow any second now.
“Me, too. I’d love to kill him!” gritted Milan. “You think you are God’s gift to women!”
They were going to have a full-on fight if I didn’t calm them down somehow.
“At least that’s what all the ladies tell me.”
“If you are all staying, does anyone want a drink? Tea or a coffee?” I gave up and headed for the kitchen, calling over my shoulder, “I’m getting everyone their usual.” I was happy to let Zane deal with their childish behaviour.
“Sounds great, squirt,” Marco called out to me in his normal, laid-back way.
“Do you want another beer, Zane?” I asked from the kitchen as I opened the refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of wine for me and Milan to share and I flicked on the Nespresso for Marco.
“No, thanks,” Zane
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