Nik announced to his brothers as he caught the beer Cleats chucked at him, “I got a call this afternoon.”“Oh?” Alek took the beer Ban handed him.“Yeah.”“And?”“I’m supposed to keep you away from his sister.”The three brothers stared at each other. Then they burst out laughing.***“Can I help you?”An older woman leaned forward. Angie waited for it. The interrogation. Or the “scare off.” Whatever. She could handle it.“So, what would you put me in?”Well this has gone suddenly weird. “I’m sorry?”“I think Chanel. But my sister thinks Dolce & Gabbana.”“I thought Dolce & Gabbana only made shoes,” one of the younger females tossed out.“No. They don’t only make shoes. What is wrong with you?”Good God. They wanted to know about clothes.Angie shook her head. “Um…I’d put you in Marc Jacobs.”“Really?”She smiled to keep from laughing hysterically, “Definitely.”Chapter ElevenNik couldn’t believe she’d fallen asleep in the back of his brother’s pickup truck. That was awfully “down-home girl”
