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“That won’t be a problem.”
Marco laughed loudly. “You’ve got over fifteen years on her. That might be an issue for her.”
But not for Vincent. What he wanted, he got. And if it meant regaining the concentration he’d lost, he’d do anything. Anyone. Especially a woman as stunning as Kiera.
3
“Jacey, I can’t even pronounce these words,” Kiera admitted, scanning a notecard. “I’m not going to sit here and butcher every word I say.”
Jacey flipped her long blonde hair over a shoulder and groaned. “Just read me the words on the unlined side, then. There are less of them,” she said.
Kiera glanced at the card again and sighed. “How about I hold it up, and you tell me what it is?”
Jacey nodded and recited the long word on the front of the notecard, explaining precisely what that medication did in a body. She’d been complaining about pharmacology all semester, but while Jacey looked like a brainless blonde, she was the opposite. Jacey was smart enough to graduate second in her class in two months with a double major in biochemistry and chemical engineering.
She did not need the pharmacology class for anything other than fulfilling her general curiosity.
She took pharmacology forfun.
Kiera scanned the back of the notecard and sat it aside, nodding at Jacey to start on the next one. Talia sprawled besideJacey, staring at the black screen of her phone and sighing dramatically every few seconds.
“He just won’t leave me alone,” Talia said, adding to the conversation she’d been holding with herself for long minutes.
“Good job,” Kiera said to Jacey, handing her the notecard and allowing her to recite all the information she could recall about the term.
Kiera turned her attention back to Talia as Jacey spoke.
“Don’t say it, Kiera,” Talia started, pointing a finger toward Kiera. “I know I shouldn’t have gotten involved with another mafia man. I know. But we’re past that,” Talia said, staring at the ceiling and allowing her shoulder-length hair to dangle from the couch.
She handed the next card to Jacey once Jacey finished. “Tal, after the first guy you dated in the mafia—maybe even the second or third—I might not have reminded you of the issue. But this is thesixthone.”
“I have a type,” she defended.
Kiera gave Talia a look.Thelook. The “don’t be so boy-stupid and expect everything to fix itself” look. Talia opened one of her closed eyes and shut it immediately after seeing the look.
Jacey finished her card and turned to face Talia. “Sweetie, Kiera has a point,” she said with a gentleness that Kiera couldn’t find within herself.
Kiera would have done anything for Jacey and Talia, but she knew when they needed sugar-coated encouragement and when they needed firm, friendly discipline. When it came to boys, Taliaalwaysneeded a firm approach, though it didn’t ever seem to help.
“I know Kiera has a point. I’m never talking to another guy again, okay? I just need you to help me with this last one.”
Kiera and Jacey looked at each other with unspoken words in their eyes. It wouldn’t be the last one. They knew better.
“Talia,” Kiera started, sighing and setting the notecards in front of her. “What’s going on with him? You two were only together for a month.”
She flung herself into a sitting position, her small body curling around a pillow. “Well,” she started, wincing. “I slept with him.”
Jacey shook her head, confused. Sleeping with people had never been a problem for Jacey. “And?”
“And I told him that I was interested in having a long-term relationship. Then he told me about how he killed someone once and…”
“Whoa,” Kiera shouted. “You slept with a murderer?”
“Well, I didn’t know that until after, obviously.”
“Talia,” she scolded.
“I know that avoiding emotional connections is easy for you, and that’s great. But I’m not like that, so I don’t need that kind of advice. I just need to know what to do with him since he hasn’t stopped texting me for a week.” Talia bit her lip.
