The jovial, light Cindy was gone. She stood up, placing both hands flat on the table in front of her, and pinned me with a glare. “That woman there is one of the most important people in my life. You got that? You’ve spent what? A day or two with her? I’m sure you already know how amazing she is. So let me make it crystal clear to you. Jack’s memory is very important to her, the boys, and everyone who knew him. So you mess this up, you hurt her or those boys, and you’ll deal with me. I have a cousin named Vinnie. I know people. It won’t be pretty.” She moved around the table and crossed her arms in front of me, as I watched fierce loyalty in action. “Look, Mr. Hollywood. Liz is off limits. I know you playboy types. I watch the E channel. Don’t mess with her head or her heart. She’s been through enough without having some Casanova in a tight shirt and low slung jeans making a play on her.” She lifted her finger and pointed it at my chest. “If I find out that you’ve hurt her, used her, or just not appreciated her, well, I’ll rip your motherfucking balls off.
