With a laugh, Rachel threw her arms around Nick’s neck. “You did it,” she murmured to him. “I want you to remember that. You did it.”

“I’m not going to jail.” He hadn’t been able to allow anyone, even himself, to see how much that had terrified him. He gave Rachel one last squeeze before turning to Zack. “I’m going home.”

“That’s right.” Zack held out a hand. Then, with an oath, he dragged Nick into a hug. “Play your cards right, kid, I’ll even give you a raise.”

“Raise, my butt. I’m working my way up to partner.”

“If you gentlemen will excuse me, I have other clients.” She gave each of them a highly unprofessional kiss.

“We have to celebrate.” Zack caught her hands. There was nothing he could say. Too much that needed to be said. “Seven o’clock, at the bar. Be there.”

“I wouldn’t miss it.”

“Rachel,” Nick called out, “you’re the best.”

“No.” She tossed a laugh over her shoulder. “But I will be.”

She was a little late. It couldn’t be helped. How could she have known she’d get a case of criminal assault tossed at her at six o’clock?

Two years with the PD’s office, she reminded herself, grinning a little, as she pushed open the door of the bar.

When the cheer went up, she stopped cold. There were streamers, balloons, and several people in incredibly stupid party hats. A huge banner hung across the back wall.

Next to Rachel, Perry Mason is a Wimp.

It made her laugh, even as Rio hauled her onto his shoulders and carried her to the bar. He set her down, and someone thrust a glass of champagne in her hand.

“Some party.”

Zack tugged at her hair until she turned her face for a kiss. “I tried to make them wait for you, but they got caught up.”

“I’ll catch up…” she began. Then her mouth dropped open. “Mama?”

“We’re already eating Rio’s short ribs,” Nadia informed her. “Now your papa is going to dance with me.”

“Maybe I dance with you later,” Yuri informed his daughter as he swept Nadia off for what was surely to be a polka.

“You invited my parents. And—” She shook her head in wonder. “That’s Alex stuffing meatballs in his face.”

“It’s a private party.” Zack clinked his glass against hers. “Nick made up the list. Take a look.”

She craned her neck and spotted him at a table. “Isn’t that Lola’s daughter?”

“She’s really impressed that he’s been shot.”

“It’s one of the top ten ways to impress a woman.”

“I’ll keep it in mind. Want to dance?”

She took another sip of champagne. “I’d bet a week’s pay you don’t know how to polka.”

“You lose,” he said, and grabbed her hand.

It went on for hours. Rachel lost track of the time as she sampled the enormous spread Rio had prepared and washed it down with champagne. She danced until her feet went numb and ultimately collapsed to sing Ukrainian folk songs with her slightly snookered father.

“Good party,” Yuri said, swaying a bit, while his wife helped him into his coat.

“Yes, Papa.”

He grinned as he leaned toward Rachel. “Now I go home and make your mama feel like a girl.”

“Big talk. You’ll snore in truck on the way home.”

He leered at his wife. “Then you wake me up.”

“Maybe.” She kissed her daughter. “You make me very proud.”

“Thank you, Mama.”

“You’re a smart girl, Rachel. I’ll tell you what you should already know. When you find a good man, you lose nothing by taking hold, and everything by letting go. You understand me?”

“Yes, Mama.” Rachel looked over at Zack. “I think I do.”

“This is good.”

Rachel watched them walk out, arm in arm.

“They’re pretty great,” Nick said from behind her.

“Yes, they are.”

“And your brother’s not so bad—for a cop.”

“I’m pretty fond of him, all in all.” With a sigh, she brushed a streamer from her hair. “Looks like the party’s over.”

“This one is.” Smiling to himself, he turned away to help Rio gather up some of the mess. If Nick knew his brother—and he was beginning to believe he did—Rachel was in for another surprise before the evening was over.

Zack tolerated the cleanup crew for nearly twenty minutes before ordering Rio home and Nick to bed. If he didn’t get Rachel to himself, he was going to explode. “We’ll get the rest tomorrow.”

“You’re the boss.” Rio gave Rachel a wink as he shrugged into his coat. “For the time being.”

Zack shook a nearly empty bottle. “There’s a little champagne left. How about it?”

“I think I could choke it down.” She settled at the bar and, aiming her best provocative look at him, held out her glass. “Buy me a drink, sailor?”

“Be my pleasure.” After filling her glass, he slid the bottle aside. “There’s nothing I can say or do to repay you.”

“Don’t start.”

“I want you to know how much I appreciate everything. You made all the difference.”

“I was doing my job, and following my conscience. No one needs to thank me for that.”

“Damn it, Rachel, let me explain how I feel.”

Nick swung in from the kitchen. “If that’s the best you can do, bro, you need all the help you can get.”

The single glance Zack shot in his direction was explosive. “Go to bed.”

“On my way.” But he walked to the juke and popped in a few quarters. After punching some buttons, he turned back to them. “You two are a real case. Take it from someone who knows you both have weaknesses, and cut to the chase.” With a shake of his head, he dimmed the lights and walked out.

“What the hell was that?” Zack demanded.

“Don’t ask me. Weaknesses? I don’t have any weaknesses.”

Zack grinned at her. “Me either.” He came around the bar. “But it’s nice music.”