by Ursula Renée
“That was Joey,” his father announced, returning to the kitchen.
“I already took care of it,” Nicholas replied.
Georgia tensed, yet she remained silent. He knew she was not a fan of his method of solving problems, but in this case she would not argue with him. She understood the Santianos’ code. His cousin stole from family. There was no talking and no second chances. Only the painful reminder that one did not screw over family.
“Joey told me.” His father returned to spooning food into a bowl. “His kid should count his blessings. If I’d handled it, he’d have walked away with two busted hands, not one.” He looked at Georgia. “Joey would like you to take care of the books for the diner.”
“No,” Nicholas said at the same time Georgia asked, “Are you serious?”
His father raised an eyebrow. “No one asked you,” he said to his son before addressing Georgia. “Yes, I am.”
“Why can’t Uncle Joey find another bookkeeper?” Nicholas asked, despite his father’s comment. He pulled his hands from under the faucet.
“He trusts Georgia.”
“I don’t like it.”
“Then it’s a good thing it’s not your decision to make.” She tossed the towel at him and turned off the