Page 27 of Oh Holy Knight

Damn him.

Danika stares at my brother, her eyes widening slightly as she takes in the two dopes behind him. I suppose they stand out like a couple of sore thumbs.

“What do we have here?” Riggs sing songs with a shit-eating grin firmly planted on his face.

“We had a panty thief back in Texas,” Bash says. “Some fella went around from house to house, cleaning all the ladies out. Made the front page of the gazette.”

“Oh my God,” Danika whispers, dropping her head into her hands.

The need to pull her hands away strikes me and I find myself closing the distance between us, but before I can touch her the security guard hands her back the receipt.

“I apologize for the inconvenience, Ma’am. You have a Merry Christmas.”

“Yeah, right,” she mutters, peeling her hands away from her face. She grabs the receipt and shoves it back inside her purse. Mumbling a curse, she stares at all of her belongings haphazardly scattered across the floor.

“Here, let me help you with this stuff,” I say quickly.

“It’s okay,” she argues. “My car is right outside.”

“I insist,” I volley, bending to grab some of the things she’s dropped. There’s a bottle of perfume, a couple of bras, a new purse and the sexiest pair of heels I’ve ever seen. I lift one shoe from the box and eye Danika.

“Nice.”

“Thanks, there a Christmas present to myself.”

“Hey, Enzo, aren’t you going to introduce us to the fine little feline you’re playing cat and mouse with?”

I close my eyes.

Fucking Riggs.

When I open my them again Riggs is helping Danika to her feet, taking the bag she picked up from the floor. He ushers into the crook of his arm and extends his free hand to her. “I’m Enzo’s stepbrother-in-law, Riggs, but some people call me Tiger.”

“Nice to meet you,” she says, politely shaking his hand.

“That there is his brother Nico and the guy who doesn’t speak a lick of English is Bash but you can call him Moses.”

“Riggs,” I grind out.

“What? I’m just introducing her to the family.” He turns back to Danika. “So how do you two kids know each other?”

She smiles at him before glancing at me.

“Vincenzo fixed my husband’s boat.”

My jaw tightens at the mention of her husband.

“Oh, I smell a scandal.”

“Well, he was my husband at the time,” she explains, and I lift my chin. Our eyes lock once again, and she shrugs her shoulders. “My divorce was finalized yesterday.”

Riggs elbows me in the gut.

“What a lovely little Christmas present. So, did you get the boat in the divorce?”

“Okay, that’s enough,” I say, stepping around Riggs. “I’m sorry. He has a metal plate in his head.”

“Lies,” he shouts from behind me.

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