bubble.
When Jake entered the station, Mace sat at his own desk, feet up, tossing a baseball into the air and catching it, wearing his usual shit-eating grin.
Jake shook his head. “You saw Dara. Or did you read a few chapters?”
“Funny.” Mace tossed the ball to him and he easily snatched it from the air with one hand. “I talked to her.”
“And?”
“I need to work on her.”
“So I won the bet.” Jake held out his empty hand. “Pay up, sucker.”
“Not so fast.” Mace’s feet hit the floor and he sat up. “I was just getting her warmed up.”
Jake sat at his desk. “Neither of them will tell us anything they don’t want us to know.”
“I have the solution.” Mace chuckled. “We get them to talk without them realizing what they’ve said.”
Jake glared at his partner. WTF? Mace made about as much sense as a woman. “I have no idea what the hell you just said, but I do know you don’t have any Intel. Wanna double our bet?”
“You’re on.” Mace gave a smooth smile. “It’s only a matter of time before Dara spills.”
Jake finally tossed the ball back to Mace. “I’ve got a ton of paperwork.”
“So, did you talk to Bri?” Mace returned the ball.
“I found her at the Sunlight Hotel.”
“Why?”
“She claims she was relocating a patient.”
“You don’t believe that explanation?”
“I don’t know.”
“Why didn’t you just go home with her?”
“She didn’t go home.”
“You followed her?”
“No.”
“Gut feeling?”
“Yeah.”
“So what are you gonna do about it?”
“First, I’m gonna finish up my paperwork —”
“Done.” Mace handed him a stack of paper.
“You wrote my reports?”
“Since I was writing mine, I figured what the hell? Something told me you might want to leave early tonight.”
“Thanks, man.” Jake stood and headed for the door. “And yes, I plan to make this a memorable evening.”
He heard Mace snicker as he headed out of the station. Once seated in his own truck, he glanced at his watch. Party time.
Jake drove by Bri’s office at an easy speed, only to assure himself he was absolutely correct in his assumption that she hadn’t gone home from the hotel. When her car was absent from the lot, he turned the left corner to cruise by Mabel’s house. Again, her black BMW was nowhere in sight.
His knuckles whitened on the steering wheel as he rounded the next corner and headed for the outskirts of Primrose, his foot heavier on the accelerator. Although he fully expected to have to pay her a visit, he wasn’t in the least bit happy about it.
Damn . Complex women were a bitch. He drove faster toward his destination contemplating his next move, only to scoff at his conclusion. He could hogtie her, spank her hot little ass, or put her in handcuffs – and every single one of those options gave him an incredible hard-on.
CHAPTER FIVE
From her usual seat outside the dressing rooms, Bri glanced at the digital clock hung directly over the doorway and heaved an aggravated sigh. Three hours ago, she’d come to the Glove to escape Jake’s watchful eye; the hours had only made her want him more. What was it about his I-never-take-no-for-an-answer attitude that made her want to strip naked and have her wicked way with him?
Desperate to change her line of thinking, she stood and glanced at the woman draped over the pole on the catwalk who gyrated her body in time to the music. Men lined the bar, waving paper money in various increments in an attempt to grab her attention for a few moments of personal entertainment. Bri smiled, warmed by the thought that she’d gotten through to Andrea. A few more weeks and the other woman would have the resources she needed to move on. After several nights of armchair therapy, she’d finally realized her self worth and her time at the Glove would help her meet some well-deserved substantial goals.
Bri walked past the stage and gave Andrea an encouraging nod before she climbed
When Jake entered the station, Mace sat at his own desk, feet up, tossing a baseball into the air and catching it, wearing his usual shit-eating grin.
Jake shook his head. “You saw Dara. Or did you read a few chapters?”
“Funny.” Mace tossed the ball to him and he easily snatched it from the air with one hand. “I talked to her.”
“And?”
“I need to work on her.”
“So I won the bet.” Jake held out his empty hand. “Pay up, sucker.”
“Not so fast.” Mace’s feet hit the floor and he sat up. “I was just getting her warmed up.”
Jake sat at his desk. “Neither of them will tell us anything they don’t want us to know.”
“I have the solution.” Mace chuckled. “We get them to talk without them realizing what they’ve said.”
Jake glared at his partner. WTF? Mace made about as much sense as a woman. “I have no idea what the hell you just said, but I do know you don’t have any Intel. Wanna double our bet?”
“You’re on.” Mace gave a smooth smile. “It’s only a matter of time before Dara spills.”
Jake finally tossed the ball back to Mace. “I’ve got a ton of paperwork.”
“So, did you talk to Bri?” Mace returned the ball.
“I found her at the Sunlight Hotel.”
“Why?”
“She claims she was relocating a patient.”
“You don’t believe that explanation?”
“I don’t know.”
“Why didn’t you just go home with her?”
“She didn’t go home.”
“You followed her?”
“No.”
“Gut feeling?”
“Yeah.”
“So what are you gonna do about it?”
“First, I’m gonna finish up my paperwork —”
“Done.” Mace handed him a stack of paper.
“You wrote my reports?”
“Since I was writing mine, I figured what the hell? Something told me you might want to leave early tonight.”
“Thanks, man.” Jake stood and headed for the door. “And yes, I plan to make this a memorable evening.”
He heard Mace snicker as he headed out of the station. Once seated in his own truck, he glanced at his watch. Party time.
Jake drove by Bri’s office at an easy speed, only to assure himself he was absolutely correct in his assumption that she hadn’t gone home from the hotel. When her car was absent from the lot, he turned the left corner to cruise by Mabel’s house. Again, her black BMW was nowhere in sight.
His knuckles whitened on the steering wheel as he rounded the next corner and headed for the outskirts of Primrose, his foot heavier on the accelerator. Although he fully expected to have to pay her a visit, he wasn’t in the least bit happy about it.
Damn . Complex women were a bitch. He drove faster toward his destination contemplating his next move, only to scoff at his conclusion. He could hogtie her, spank her hot little ass, or put her in handcuffs – and every single one of those options gave him an incredible hard-on.
CHAPTER FIVE
From her usual seat outside the dressing rooms, Bri glanced at the digital clock hung directly over the doorway and heaved an aggravated sigh. Three hours ago, she’d come to the Glove to escape Jake’s watchful eye; the hours had only made her want him more. What was it about his I-never-take-no-for-an-answer attitude that made her want to strip naked and have her wicked way with him?
Desperate to change her line of thinking, she stood and glanced at the woman draped over the pole on the catwalk who gyrated her body in time to the music. Men lined the bar, waving paper money in various increments in an attempt to grab her attention for a few moments of personal entertainment. Bri smiled, warmed by the thought that she’d gotten through to Andrea. A few more weeks and the other woman would have the resources she needed to move on. After several nights of armchair therapy, she’d finally realized her self worth and her time at the Glove would help her meet some well-deserved substantial goals.
Bri walked past the stage and gave Andrea an encouraging nod before she climbed
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