Mob princess Lucie Rizzo can’t catch a break. Or take one. Building a business empire is hard work, even without her family’s notoriety. Staying out of trouble isn’t exactly her forte. Still, Lucie could use a vacation from Chicago winters and the town where everybody knows her father’s name. So when a certain Irish cop promises warmer days—and hotter nights—Lucie sees an offer she can’t refuse.
Detective O’Hottie sweeps her away to the land of sun, sand, and…retirees? Before the real romantic getaway begins, Tim wants to visit his Uncle Henry. Or, to be exact, Tim’s momwants the goods on Henry’s new girlfriend. Ha! Family drama without a Rizzo involved. What could a sweet, 50-something woman be hiding? Not a lot, judging by the amount of cleavage on display. Holy cannoli, Henry’s Mattie could give Lucie’s bombshell BFF a run for her money.
It’s more than just the skintight leopard print making Tim do a double take. The details don’t add up. Mattie’s not being completely honest—and Lucie smells a rat. Uncle Henry’s gal pal isn’t who she claims to be. But is Mattie playing a long con, or is she the victim? Either way, Lucie is getting caught in a dangerous game.
Lucie glanced up from the report she’d just shoved into her to-do folder. A very large one that sat on top of all the others she’d prepared for Roseanne.
Across from her, Ro sat at her desk in the Coco Barknell headquarters, a long, red-tipped finger spearing the air. With the way she jabbed it, Lucie’s BFF meant business.
Lucie set her hand on the stack of reports, to-do lists, and schedule changes. “Listen, smart mouth, by tomorrow morning you’ll be thanking me. This is everything you’ll need while I’m gone.”
Rising from her chair, Ro cornered the desk, her three-pounds-lighter hips swinging as she double-timed it to Lucie. She held out a hand and pointed to the door with the other. “Give me those. And get out.”
Lucie glanced at Tim—O’Hottie as Ro called him—her Chicago PD detective boyfriend of six months. In that time, Lucie had learned a lot about Tim O’Brien, and that tight-lipped, I’m-about-to-lose-my-shit look he’d pinned on her didn’t bode well for the start of their vacation. One that included visiting his favorite uncle near Palm Beach for a few days before going to the Keys. For weeks he’d been heading off any possible issues that would impede their trip.
Now, with her stalling, O’Hottie might finally be hitting the upper boundary of his patience. With Tim, that was saying something. The man was destined for sainthood, no doubt.
Still, she didn’t want to start their trip off with an argument. Not after they’d sprung for the mighty expensive first-class upgrade. “I’m almost ready,” she said.
“Luce, please. Our flight is in ninety minutes. And it’s rush hour.”
“Swear to God,” Ro said, “If you don’t get out, I’ll kill you where you stand.” She yanked Lucie’s hand from the stack of reports and shoved her, literally, to the door. “Go. We’re all adults. The business won’t collapse because you’re on vacation. And, you know, there’s this terrific invention called a telephone. If we need you, we’ll call.” She swung the office door open and did a little toodles wave. “Buh-bye now.”
When Lucie didn’t move, Ro clasped her elbow and squeezed. Hard.
“Ow. You don’t have to get nasty.”
“Sister, you’ve worked your ass off building this company and finally have enough backup to take a well-deserved vacation. I promise you, we’ve got this. I’ll cover the phones and client calls. Joey will handle the dog-walking side. We’re all good. Please. Trust me.”