Risk It All (Risqué #2) by Scarlett Finn Read Free Book Online

get paid I’ll—‘
    ‘We can work out the details tomorrow,’ he said. ‘My keys are in my jacket.’ She fished them out of his pocket and handed them over with a laugh.
    ‘You’re like a janitor, how many keys are on that thing?’
    ‘This isn’t even my biggest bundle,’ he said and her face lit in a smile. ‘Come on into mine, let’s get you cleaned up before we do anything else.’
    Holding the door to his apartment open, he let her enter first. To the left was a kitchen with a circular table in the centre and the living room was to the right. At the back of the room was a corridor with doors to the bedroom, bathroom and rear communal patio. It was on the other side of that patio, beyond the chain link fence, that Warner Autos was located.
    The garage building itself was forty feet from the apartment block and the yard stretched out sixty feet in front with a scrap yard behind. Cars had been his first love and he’d always tinkered whenever he got the chance. Being self-taught came in useful when you wanted to plead ignorance to the cops, he’d figured that out young.
    When he got out of jail Mattie was the only one willing to give him a break. It helped that Blaser hadn’t ratted on any of his cousin’s enterprises or associations. So when Blaser asked for the garage, that they’d run the chop shop from, Mattie gave him the place at a major discount on the proviso that he’d help Gus manage the apartments.
    ‘Sit down,’ he said, gesturing at his leather couch positioned in front of his wide screen TV. Dumping her bag by the door, Bri followed suit and put the one she was carrying with it. She took off her shoes and made herself comfortable on the couch while he gathered supplies.
    Taking a seat at her side, Blaser pressed an ice pack to her cheek. ‘This isn’t necessary,’ she said but held the pack in place while he cleaned blood from her chin and then drew down the sleeve of his jacket to clean the scrape on her arm.
    ‘I think that the blood on your chin was his.’
    ‘I bit him,’ she said.
    ‘You fought, I saw the scuffle. You’re going to have some bruises tomorrow.’
    ‘Do you think my new boss will ask questions?’ she asked. The glow of her eyes scorched through him. To prevent himself from leaning in and doing something stupid, he slid down to sit on the floor at her feet so that he could tend to the wound on her calf.
    Brushing dirt from the edge of the wound, he tilted in to blow dust from the centre, she shivered and flinched away. ‘Don’t you kiss me,’ she said as though she’d read his mind.
    ‘No kissing,’ he said, clasping her leg and cleaning out the scrape. After he’d done that, he covered and bandaged the injury.
    ‘You’re very good at that,’ she said. ‘Have you played nursemaid recently?’
    ‘I have four hundred cousins,’ he said, exaggerating but probably only slightly. ‘We’ve got into plenty of scrapes over the years… that we didn’t always want our parents to know about.’
    ‘I remember,’ she said and hissed when he touched a sensitive spot. Her hand landed on his shoulder and she squeezed. ‘I’ve never liked the sight of blood.’
    ‘I don’t think that anyone is supposed to,’ he said. Sitting on the floor beside her legs he appreciated the view. It used to be normal behaviour for him to toss her leg over his shoulder and bury his face between her thighs. To prevent himself from doing anything so intimate, he moved away from her gripping fingers. ‘Any others?’
    Twisting her legs toward him, she showed him a scratch on the back of her opposite thigh so he switched sides and gave it a clean before covering it. While he worked, he tried not to notice how high her skirt rode or the smooth, clear skin on her back.
    His desire became curiosity when he noted the scar on her ankle. About three inches long it was jagged and so silvery pale against her pure skin that he might not have noticed it had he not been up