Scuse Me While I Kill This Guy Part 6

"No problem. I scheduled your troop for a meeting next week. You're gonna love it! See you Wednesday!" She hung up before I could answer.

"Okay," I said to Liv ten minutes later in my kitchen, "all I wanted to do was get a look at Vic's yard. Now I'm leading a Daisy Scout troop?"

Liv laughed. "You've done some bizarre things before, Gin. But I think this is my favorite."

Only Liv could get away with that. "I guess I should've expected that when I went over there, huh?"

Liv nodded. "Duh! You delivered yourself into her evil clutches. Willingly, I might add."

"Now my to-do list is really f.u.c.ked up. How am I going to pull it all together? The reunion, Diego, Romi's training, the job, cookies shaped like whatever and now starting a Girl Scout troop?"

"Maybe you could make witch cookies that resemble Vivian?" Liv suggested.

Hmmm ... not a bad idea. "I'm serious!"

"Okay," Liv began, "I'll help you with the troop. I'd like to get Alta into scouting anyway. We can do the training together and be co-leaders. It'll be a way to spend time with the girls."

I rubbed my chin. "Maybe. I don't know."

Liv continued, "And I'll help with the job, and we'll train the girls together. We'll be together at the reunion too. The only thing I can't help you with is your s.e.x life. I have to draw the line there."

"I don't think you should rule it out," I teased. "You'd like him. He's really hot."

She shook her head. "No threesomes. That's my policy."

"I'll bet Todd hates that," I murmured.

"Do you feel better about this?" Liv asked, ignoring my comment.

I nodded, "Well, yeah, since you're holding my hand on everything else."

She stayed for a couple of hours and we reviewed the file I had started on Vic. When Liv left, she told me she would try to find out more about him.

As I put the dishes in the dishwasher, I realized that even with Liv's help, I was in way over my head. As if that were a first for me.

CHAPTER TEN.

"It's not that I'm afraid to die; I just don't want to be there when it happens. "

-Woody Allen

I stood in the doorway, my mouth hanging open. Which, by the way, was not a good look for me.

Diego grinned, a large pizza in his hands. "Hope you like pepperoni."

I nodded. "It's my favorite. How did you know?"

"You just struck me as a pepperoni type."

"Really?" I asked, wondering what made me seem like a long, hard, red Italian salami.

"No. I just called Pizza Hut and asked what you usually get."

"They tell you that?" Hmmm, that might be a useful tool in the future. Maybe I could get poisonous mushrooms on a Vic's pizza.

Diego nodded. "Hard to believe, I know. I'll have to make sure my client doesn't use Pizza Hut."

d.a.m.n, there went my brilliant idea.

"Gin?" Diego's smoky voice slid into my thoughts. "Can I come in?"

"Oh! Yeah!" I stumbled backward to let him in.

"Mommy?" Romi appeared as soon as I closed the door behind Diego.

"Honey," I replied, "this is my friend Diego."

Diego knelt down to make eye contact. "You must be Romi. I've heard a lot about you. And you are just as lovely as your mum said."

I'd like to note that if we were playing "strip date," I would have already removed my pants.

"Okay," Romi responded, "you can be my friend too." Good girl.

I watched in amazement as Diego and Romi charmed each other throughout dinner. She listened to every word he said, and he acted as though she was the only person in the world. I just sat there like a lump, with a goofy smile pasted on my face.

"Mommy hasn't had a boyfriend before. Not since Dad died, I think."

I froze in my seat, smile fading rapidly. "Romi!"

Diego shook his head. "It's all right, really."

"How about some ice cream?" I said, jumping to my feet.

"Yay!" Romi cried out.

In just a few minutes, I had managed to keep her little, overactive mouth busy with three scoops of chocolate ice cream. Maybe three scoops was a little excessive, but I had to make sure she wouldn't say anything like that again. Maybe I should have thrown in some gooey marshmallow topping.

I wasn't angry with her, just a little embarra.s.sed. But why should I be? It was the truth. Being a widow was nothing to be ashamed of. I mean, it's not like I I killed him. killed him.

"She's a great kid," Diego whispered as we shut the door to her bedroom. Okay, so I used her little comment to impose a slightly early bedtime. She can't tell time yet.

"Thanks. She comes from good breeding stock." Yikes! Yikes! I could not believe I said that. Trying to make him forget I had hinted at s.e.x, I settled us on the couch in the family room with a bottle of red wine. I could not believe I said that. Trying to make him forget I had hinted at s.e.x, I settled us on the couch in the family room with a bottle of red wine.

"You're pretty fantastic with kids," I said.

"I love them. I think I told you about my niece and nephews on our last date."

"Oh, so this is a date?"

Diego grinned, winning my s.h.i.+rt in the aforementioned imaginary strip game. "That's what I thought."

I smiled smugly as he put his arm around me. d.a.m.n, he smelled good. It had been so long since a gorgeous man touched me-without fighting for his life, that is.

"Okay," I replied, "if this is a date, I expect you to tell me more about yourself."

Diego squeezed me gently. "What exactly do you want to know?"

"Well," I responded, leaning against him, "I guess I should know the usual stuff-what trips your trigger ... do I trip your trigger? ... that kind of thing."

"Ah. Well, I can answer the second question first. You do. I think you are the most unusual woman I've ever met."

"Uh, is that good or bad? 'Cause I can see it taken either way."

"Unusual is good. In your case, very, very good."

I was blus.h.i.+ng. So I changed the subject slightly (I don't want to lose that train of thought just yet). "How about the first question?"

Diego's fingers started to stroke my shoulder, and I was afraid of losing consciousness. "I like pina coladas. And getting caught in the rain. I'm not much into health food . . ."

"Okay," I protested, "you're not gonna cough it up. Fine."

Diego laughed, "Actually, that's not too far off. I'm a pretty easygoing guy. I like all kinds of food, have no favorite color, and while I enjoy virtually every kind of music, I prefer jazz and Spanish guitar."

I raised my eyebrows. "That's pretty specific."

"And you?"

"I'm kind of the same. I love Italian food, everything but rap in the music area, orange is my favorite color, and you trip my trigger too."

Diego leaned in and kissed me. That shut me up. Oh my G.o.d did he have wonderful lips! Every movement felt like a caress, and my lips pulsed in time to my flamenco heartbeat. After a few moments, he pulled back. As he looked into my eyes, I realized that this conversation was over. Before I could figure out if it was wise to do this without making sure Romi was pa.s.sed out, I pulled his lips to mine and kissed him ferociously.

Diego moaned and the sound did all sorts of naughty things to me. His voice was so raw, so warm, I couldn't focus on anything more than the moment. My living room dissolved around me and the only thing in the universe was Diego's lips on mine.

He gently parted my lips with his tongue, slipping in slightly to stroke my mouth. I moaned deeply and Diego pulled me onto his lap.

I don't know how long we kissed, maybe hours, maybe weeks. At first I wanted to get right to the meat of the s.e.x, but then I realized that I'd never kissed anyone like this before. It was amazing. Sensual. Liberating. Wait, liberating? liberating? What the h.e.l.l did that mean? What the h.e.l.l did that mean?

"Gin?" Diego had pulled away and was staring at me. "Are you okay?"

"Um, sure. Why?" Hormones fogged my brain. What did I do?

"You weren't breathing."

"Oh. Right. I'll remember that," I said, pressing my lips to his again.

A voice spoke up, and I responded, "I'm breathing! Trust me, air is going in and out of my lungs."

Laughter followed. s.h.i.+t. I recognized that voice.

"Dak!" I scrambled off Diego's lap. "What the h.e.l.l are you doing here?"

Dak grinned, his whole face lighting up with amus.e.m.e.nt, "Just checking on you. You said you wanted me to watch Romi while you did some work."

I did ask my dumb-a.s.s brother to babysit. But tomorrow night! Not tonight!

Diego rose from the sofa and extended his right hand cautiously. "Diego Jones. And you are?"

Dak responded with reserve. "Dakota, Gin's brother." Why do men have to act so weird all the time?

Diego relaxed and smiled. I, on the other hand, glared at my brother.

"Dak, that was for tomorrow night. Not tonight."

He slapped his forehead. "Oh, right. Sorry about that." Then the b.a.s.t.a.r.d took a seat. I toyed with the idea of poisoning him. No, that would just p.i.s.s Mom off.

"Out!" I found my voice. "Or I'll kill you." Okay, so I was only half kidding.

Dak held up his hands. "All right, fine. Tomorrow night it is." He turned to Diego. "It was nice meeting you." Diego responded the same way and my a.s.shole brother left.

"He seems okay," Diego mused. "I think I've met everyone now."

That was sad but true. Once again, my family had invaded my personal s.p.a.ce. From my neurotic mother and good-natured father to my b.a.s.t.a.r.d brother, Diego had met them all within the same week I met him. Oy vey.

"I'm sorry. He's just a little . . ." I couldn't think of the appropriate adjective. "I guess my family had me followed."

"It's fine, really. In fact, I think it's rather nice."

I arched my right eyebrow. "Really?"

Diego laughed. "Really. Charming actually."

"Charming? Are you insane? This is the kind of stuff that usually drives men away! A single mother approaching forty, whose mother acts like she's twelve, whose brother stalks her on dates? Do you go out with women like me a lot?"

"No," he said with a smile. "It's just nice to see a family who is so close. My father died when I was at university. And Mum is, well, colorful."

Oooh! I'd forgotten his father was dead. I wanted to comfort him. Something about being an orphan screamed, Let me make it all go away. Let me make it all go away.

"Sorry about that. Your father, I mean."