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  She turned from him and moved across her living room to the kitchen to sit at the table with the ladies, clearly still favoring her right leg. In the past, he’d tried asking her about it, several times actually, and she’d always brushed off his concerns while at the same time making it clear it was none of his business.

  There was no one more proud or stubborn than Molly.

  Well, except for maybe him.

  But as time went on, he found himself not just wanting to know what had happened to her, but needing to know. He had the feeling it was bad, but as his own past wasn’t exactly filled with happy memories, he’d never pushed because he knew what that felt like.

  He had the means to dig into her past. At Hunt, they had the best of the best search programs. Some were so intense and invasive, he could have found the day she’d been conceived and how many cavities her dad might’ve had at the time. Lucas had used those programs without remorse or regret when it came to work and digging into the scum of the earth as needed.

  But he’d never been able to bring himself to dig on Molly. He couldn’t justify, even to himself, the invasion of her privacy.

  None of which lessened his curiosity any.

  Knowing when to fold, he joined the ladies at the table. Mrs. Berkowitz nudged a cup of tea in his direction. He looked at it. It was green, with some flecks swimming around in it. Great. He took a sip and burned his tongue. On top of that, it tasted like ass. “Okay, ladies. Talk to me.”

  Everyone started talking at once.

  He shook his head and held up a hand. “One at a time. You,” he said and pointed at Mrs. Berkowitz.

  “We work all year long,” she said, pulling out her phone. “I have a ledger of work details—Hold up, where are my glasses?”

  “On your head,” Mrs. White said.

  “Oh. Right.” She put them on her nose. “Better. Anyway, as you know, we’ve not been properly paid and we think Santa’s guilty of fraud and money laundering.”

  “Do you have any evidence?” Lucas asked.

  “What is it with you and the police always needing evidence?” Mrs. Berkowitz asked. “Isn’t that your job?”

  “So you did already go to the police,” Lucas said.

  “Yes, but they wouldn’t help us without some sort of evidence. The thing is, I know we’re right. And then there’s the fact that Santa’s brother is always around, acting like he’s in charge.”

  “What’s wrong with that?” Lucas asked. “Maybe it’s a family business.”

  “It is a family business,” she said. “Forty years ago, Santa’s brother was a crime boss.”

  “How can you remember forty years ago when you just forgot where you put your glasses when they were on your head?” Lucas asked.

  She glared down that nose at him. “Boy, my long-term memory’s like a steel trap.”

  Molly slid him a small, amused glance. He’d just insulted one of Santa’s helpers. Definitely he was on the naughty list.

  “Do you have a real name for this guy?” he asked.

  “The brother? Tommy Thumbs,” Mrs. Berkowitz said. “Back in the day, rumor had it that if you crossed him, he’d cut off your thumb and feed it to his pet snake. He was just a low-level mob guy back then, but he had ambitions. Hence the thumb thing. He wanted to stick out.”

  Lucas shook his head. “Tommy Thumb was indeed a low-level mob guy in the eighties, but he was killed in a warehouse explosion in the early nineties. His legend’s been kept alive by the old-timer loan sharks pretending to be him in order to keep their people in line with the threat of losing their thumbs.”

  “Wrong,” Mrs. Berkowitz said. “He’s not dead.”

  Lucas got serious real fast. “No one’s seen Tommy Thumbs in years, and believe me, a bunch of people have been looking. Why do you think it’s him? Did you recognize him? And how?”

  “Oh, well, I slept with him a bunch of times in the late nineties.” She gave a small smile. “And maybe once or twice in the new century as well. What?” she said when Mrs. White and Janet gave her a shocked look. “Back in the day, I was a little slower to recognize a horse’s patoot when I saw one.”

  Lucas did his best to block images of Mrs. Berkowitz and Tommy Thumbs getting laid, but he wasn’t entirely successful. He pressed the heels of his hands to his eyes and took a deep breath. “Do you still . . .” Shit. He couldn’t even say it.

  “Do it?” Mrs. Berkowitz asked with a smile. She shrugged. “Not nearly as much these days. First of all, men my age no longer look as good naked, if you know what I mean.”

  Lucas wished to God he didn’t.

  “But no, I don’t still sleep with Tommy,” she said. “He got old and cranky, and mean as a snake. I don’t stand for that. I’m a feminist, you know.”

  Lucas rubbed his temples.

  “Headache?” Molly asked.

  Worse. Because if Tommy Thumbs was still alive, with his fingers in the hard-earned cash of this Santa Village bingo money, then shit. These elves actually had a legit case—which meant he had zero chance of changing Molly’s mind and getting her to walk away from this. He knew Archer and Joe would have his neck for not calling them in on this, right now. And that was definitely the smart way to go if he loved his job. And he did. But he also knew he could handle this case and keep Molly safe without backup, at least at this point. And more than that, if he called in the troops, he had no doubt that Archer and Joe would come in hot and play hardball, immediately removing her from the case.

  She’d never forgive him.

  So for better or worse, he was going to let the bad Santa case be Molly’s secret, which meant he was in now, all the way in, and not because Archer had asked him to be. He was going to help her however he could and keep her safe at any cost.

  And hopefully not lose his job while he was at it.

  Or his thumbs.

  Or, he thought, meeting Molly’s see-all gaze, his heart.

  Chapter 6

  #MerryElfingChristmas

  Molly watched Lucas’s face as he listened to the elves. They had a viable case and he knew it. And if there was one thing she knew about Lucas, it was that he was always willing to fight the good fight.

  The ladies stayed late, appearing happy to knit away their evening at Molly’s table. Lucas had planted himself as well, the intent in his steely gaze telling her he planned to outwait the elves to have a little chat.

  But she wasn’t feeling like chatting.

  And so the standoff had begun. Luckily for her, Lucas’s work phone went off around ten p.m. He slid her an unreadable look and jerked his head toward the door before heading that way, apparently certain she’d follow.

  Which of course she did.

  He pulled her outside onto her porch and shut the door to get away from three sets of curious, nosy eyes. Then he nudged up her against the wall and tilted her chin up, staring down into her eyes. “Okay,” he said. “Uncle.”

  At the feel of his warm, hard body against hers, her nipples had gotten very happy. She ordered them to cool it. “Uncle?”

  “Yeah,” he murmured, eyes on her lips. “I cave. I’m no match for the likes of you. I’m in.”

  She tried to hold in her triumphant smile and failed.

  He gave her a head shake. “Before you say I told you so, we’re going to make a deal.”

  “You think so, huh?”

  “Yes,” he said, tone final.

  “What kind of a deal?” she asked warily.

  “The kind where you don’t go off without me. We’re partners on this, Molly, or no go.”

  That night she’d slept in his bed with him, he’d been warm as a furnace. Twice she’d woken up wrapped around him as if her body knew what her mind didn’t want to accept, that she wanted him. Bad, too. Both times she’d forced herself to scoot away.

  Tonight, he was just as warm. And hard with lean, sinewy muscle. She had to remind herself not to wrap around him again. “And if I don’t agree?” she murmured.

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