Page 34 of Tangled Emotions

He shook his head. “You’re damn good.”

Laughing, I went over to help Evie out, leaving him to eat in peace. When his plate was ready, Enoch brought it out himself and stood there chatting with Frank.

Great. He’s won over two of my siblings. What’s next?

Frank

Enoch was a big guy, and he was hella knowledgeable about cooking. He laughed when I asked if I could go find my waitress, and then showed me how he kept track of all the orders.

My salad looked beautiful. I felt bad mixing it all up to eat, and she nailed my favorite dressing.

This place is currently my favorite place to eat.

And Edith?

There was definitely something about her. I wanted to get to know her better.

Plus, she didn’t tell me no. Granted, she didn’t say yes either, but I intrigued her.

I’d bet that almost every red-blooded man who rolled through here hit on her and Evelyn.

And it probably got old.

Big E brought my food out to me, then stayed leaning on the counter to talk.

The door opened and two men in fancy suits came in. Big E’s face changed slightly.

“Bad news?” I took a bite of my salad.

“Nah. They’re decent, but you don’t fuck with them.”

Looking over my shoulder, I chuckled. “What? They mafia?”

When he didn’t respond, I glanced at him to see a slow nod. “And if I’m right, the tall one has a thing for Evelyn.”

“Something tells me that little spitfire can handle herself.” I pushed my salad plate aside to dig into my heart attack on a plate.

“She can.” He nodded.

Tipping my head to the side, “How old is she?”

“Evie? Twenty-one.”

“Wrong sister.” I groaned with my bite. “Fuck me. This is damn good.”

“Right?” he chuckled. “Twenty-seven. How old are you?”

“Thirty-eight.”

He nodded. “What have you been doing with your life?”

“I served in the Corp for the last twenty.”

“Ah. You’re back to being a civvy like the rest of us.”

“Pretty much.”

He crossed his arms over his chest. “Why here?”