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was smug.
    “Not that kind of nerve.”
    “Oh?” Gavin’s tone was instantly full of flirtation.
    “So here’s how it goes. I’m in. But in case there was any doubt at all, I’m driving.”

Chapter Six
    Gavin Montgomery managed to step up into Jamie’s truck with irritating ease and a loose grace that pissed Jamie off almost as much as it turned him on.
    Gavin’s jeans and button down under a leather jacket made Jamie think he wouldn’t look out of place wearing the same, assuming Gavin hadn’t exaggerated how clothing-optional the party was. As Jamie eyed the creases in the jacket, he was willing to bet Gavin had paid for that distressed look in cash, rather than the wear and tear Jamie’s had earned over six years. But it looked hot on him, especially contrasted with the unmarked dark blue denim hugging his legs. There could be a party right here. Well, maybe not in the half-a-mile-long driveway to this mansion out on Holly Neck. But there were parks. Hell, his apartment was a fifteen-minute drive.
    Which might have happened if Gavin’s stilted accent hadn’t started in with, “You don’t even have handles on the inside? How do I shut the door?”
    Jamie reached under the dash and pressed the door motor. He’d rather work on the engine than electrical crap like that, but once the power doors were in, he thought it was pretty cool.
    The door pulled shut and the overhead light went out. The darkness erased everything but the fact that Jamie was horny, Gavin was hot, and he smelled really good. Jamie was about to suggest ditching the party when Gavin tipped his head to stare down at the door. “Wow. Now that is control freak on a level I cannot conceive.”
    In the best interests of the semi Jamie had been sporting since agreeing to the whole clothes-optional party, he put a hand on his inseam to free up some room instead of popping the door release again. “What’s the address?”
    “Do all policemen sound like that?”
    “Like what?”
    “As if every question is an accusation of murder.”
    “Maybe you have a guilty conscience. But if you don’t give me an address, you might as well get back out so I can make other plans. My dick’s not going to suck itself.”
    “How original.” Gavin reached over his shoulder for his seat belt. “It’s in Edgemere.”
    “Edgemere.” They’d be headed back toward Jamie’s house in Dundalk. Though Edgemere was farther away from the industrial harbor and the wastewater plant, it was still all middle-class bungalows. Not exactly the place you’d find a mansion like the one he was putting in his rear view mirror. Thirty miles in the truck for what was a straight shot across Hawk Cove on the water. “Should’ve gone by boat,” he muttered.
    Gavin’s laugh was something Jamie couldn’t remember having heard before. “But then I wouldn’t have gotten my ride in your truck. It’s beautiful. You’ve obviously put a lot into it.”
    Jamie wasn’t sure whether an insult was hiding in there so he grunted. “Your house is nice.”
    He’d seen the back of it on patrol before, mostly the boathouse. The house was set far from the bay, safe from storm damage.
    “Thanks. But it’s not really mine. None of them are.”
    Them. Houses. Right. “What do you do exactly?”
    “Besides stand around at parties like that one you were forced into? For which I do apologize by the way.”
    “I didn’t figure that party was your plan. But yeah, what do you do?” Jamie had never given it much thought before. Just rich people were rich and that was it.
    “Not much. I’m on a few charity foundation boards.”
    “Save the Dwarf Wedge Mussel?”
    “I see you’ve heard of us.” Gavin shifted back to that dry and distant mocking tone.
    Jamie still wondered how the being-rich trip actually worked, and hell, there were twenty more miles to kill. “But for living expenses…”
    “My brother the surgeon is the black sheep because he works for a paycheck. Montgomerys