Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 58727 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58727 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
He walks off and I can’t help but grin. Yeah, he has big fucking balls since he pretty much gave the lead detective the middle finger.
I glance at Sadie, who has her lower lip gripped between her teeth. Speaking of giving someone the finger…
Austin stands. “Anything else?”
Peterson rises, adjusts his belt. “That’s all. For now.” He sets off toward the sheriff SUV parked in the driveway.
Austin nods to Sadie, and heads inside, the oversized entry door clicking shut behind him.
I turn to face Sadie full-on, tuck my thumbs in my jeans pocket so I don’t reach out and touch her.
“Miles Bridger. I didn’t know who you were.” She rubs her hands over her jean-clad thighs. “What are the odds I’d pick you? God, I should’ve just gone with one of the farmers.”
Hell, no. A fucking farmer?
“You look angry.” She rakes her gaze over my face and settles on my mouth.
I shake my head. “The idea of any other guy at that bar getting his hands on you makes me pretty mad.”
Her lips form an O.
“I didn’t think I’d see you again, but I admit, I’m pretty pleased.” I glance over her shoulder.
Peterson is leaning against the SUV, typing something into his cell. He’s not watching us, so I figure we have a little time.
“That I gave one of the prime suspects in the murder I’m investigating my panties?”
I grin and can’t help but slide my finger down her skin from the base of her throat to the curved edge of her tank top. She sucks in a breath and her breasts swell beneath her blouse.
“You gave me more than your panties,” I murmur.
“You were supposed to give them back,” she snaps, her cheeks turning a pretty pink.
Oh, she has fire. I shake my head. “Your friend didn’t take them, and now, I have no intention of giving them back. Maybe I’ll consider it, though, if you go out with me.”
Her eyes widen. “So I can give you another pair?”
“I don’t need to go out with you for that.”
She steps back and crosses her arms over her chest. Fuck, she’s hot when she’s riled. Especially now that I know who she is. That I’m definitely going to see her again. Even if it’s only in an official capacity since it seems the Bridger brothers are prime suspects, at least in her partner’s eyes.
“I want to go out with you to get to know you,” I admit. “More than your name. More than how you feel beneath my palms in a room full of people.”
“I’d lose my job. Dating a suspect is a bad career move.”
“Clear me. No conflict of interest then.”
“Not happening.” She glances over her shoulder. “Fair warning, Peterson’s got a hard-on for the three of you. He sees this case as a way to advance his career. Pinning the murder on one of the billionaire Bridgers.”
“And yours?”
Maybe she knew about me after all and approached me at the bar specifically. She could have gone to any guy with her silly bachelorette game. She picked me. Why?
She shrugs her slim shoulders. “I follow the evidence. It doesn’t lead to you, and that was clear before I knew who you were.”
She jumps at the blare of a car horn.
“Nice guy,” I say. “Came all the way out here twice just to let us know he doesn’t like us.”
She nods. “I’ve got to go.”
She ambles down the steps as I watch.
“See you around, Sadie.”
She slows but keeps on going.
Yeah, I’ll be seeing her around. In my bed. On the back of my bike. Anywhere I can get her.
The little fun we had at the bar isn’t enough. I want more. I want to know everything about Sadie. The woman. As for her being a detective on the murder case? Keeping her close doesn’t hurt there either.
As I watch the SUV drive off, I think about her partner. I might want to get to know everything about him as well, before I find myself—or one of my brothers—behind bars.
Permanently.
4
SADIE
* * *
Mark stares ahead at the road, his lips pursed. I can tell he’s ready to say something I’m not going to like. I know the look on his face.
He clears his throat. Finally. “Do you know that Bridger fellow? Miles?”
I play it cool because…well, several reasons. One, I don’t share my personal life with Mark. Ever. He’s my partner, but he’s not my friend. In fact, he’s a dick. Two, if he finds out I have any kind of connection with Miles, he’ll either use it to his advantage or use it to fuck me over. I’d expect both from him.
So I lie. “No. Do you?”
“He was looking at you with”—another throat clear—“what appeared to be recognition.”
Peterson sometimes likes to think he’s a father figure to me, which is weird because he’s not much older than I am and he also likes to stare at my chest, which makes the first part creepy as hell. He’s a decent detective when he goes by the book, but he’s definitely got an unsettling side.