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surfer.”
    Blake paused. “Then how can I help you?”
    Trent sized him up. From what Ian had said, Blake would be able to give him an idea of who in town might be targeting Ian. But Trent didn’t get that vibe. He seemed like more of a laid-back beach bum than anything. “I run a security firm. I’m in town to help Ian with some trouble he’s been having.”
    “What kind of trouble?”
    “Threats. Mostly over e-mail.”
    Blake ran his hand over his hair. “Really? Why would he send you to me? He can’t think—”
    Trent held up his hand. “He said you might know who in town might have a bone to pick with him.”
    Blake frowned. “Everybody loves Ian.” The man glanced up at the ceiling as he thought. “He’s been a bit absent the last year with his shipping business, and maybe his restaurants have suffered, but that’s no reason to threaten the guy.”
    “His restaurants?”
    Blake nodded. “He runs the Inn with his brother-in-law Richard, and then there’s Knowles on the beach and After Dark on Boulevard. He was going to open a bar with us upstairs, but that didn’t work out.”
    Trent raised an eyebrow and Blake chuckled.
    “It’s not what you think. We, um, decided on a better use of the space.”
    “You’re damn right we did.” Another man joined them in the middle of the shop. He was about the same age as Blake, with a mop of dark hair and matching eyes. He had to be another surfer. “Devin Rogers. I own Surfed with Blake.”
    Trent shook his hand. “Trent Malone.”
    Devin cocked his head. “Are you from here? That name sounds familiar.”
    Trent frowned. He didn’t want this meeting to be about him. “I lived here as a kid, but it’s been a long time.” Enough chit chat. He stood a bit taller. “I’m running security for Ian Knowles. He sent me here. Said you might know who in town might have a problem with him.”
    Devin glanced at Blake. “Is this about Summer’s gallery? He can’t think we’re mad about the bar.”
    “Who’s Summer?”
    Devin smiled a mile wide. “Our fiancée.”
    Trent blinked. “I’m sorry?”
    “You heard right. I’m engaged to them both.” A stunner of a woman with long hair and vibrant eyes swept into the store. “Summer Crenshaw. I see you’ve met my two awesome guys already.”
    Trent nodded and forced the shock not to show. He’d heard of threesomes in the bedroom and sister wives from TV, but one woman engaged to two men? Never.
    Blake filled her in on why he was there and Trent tried to focus. “Any chance you can help?”
    Summer held up her hands. “I wish I could, but Blake’s right, I’ve no idea why someone would want to hurt Ian. He’s so nice.”
    “No old business partners he’s on the outs with? Someone who knows his shipping business?”
    Summer shook her head. “I don’t know anything about Ian’s business. Mandy might know. She’s in Seattle with Richard for the week, but I’m sure you can track her down.”
    Trent asked a few follow-up questions about the gallery and the surf shop and how they all knew Ian, but he got nowhere. It was a wild goose chase.
    He thanked the trio for their time and headed back out into the crisp coastal air. Damn that man. Trent beeped the Range Rover and fell into the front seat. He slammed the door and stared out at the picture-perfect street.
    Ian didn’t send me here to ferret out a threat at all. He’s still thinking with his dick.
    He glanced back at the surf shop. Ian had hinted at the possibility of a threesome the other night. Trent had to admit it had intrigued him. He could see it now—Holly’s sexy curves and long hair trapped between their bodies. Crying out as they both claimed her. He bit the inside of his cheek.
    From the meeting he’d just had, they wouldn’t be the first in town to try it. But it was crazy. Holly had run away after just a kiss. And Trent wasn’t that kind of guy. He didn’t kiss and run or do one-night stands. He’d rather be lonely than have a