Declan wasn’t insecure. He never lacked attention from the opposite sex. Perhaps, in this crowd, Declan was the dull and dutiful twin. The two women at their table were here for a good time between the sheets, not for good conversation. And that’s okay. But it definitely ruled them out as Declan’s type.
Maybe Bree would still be up and he could swing by her place tonight. Perhaps enough time had passed and they could work on getting close again. See if she’d already started on that new zombie show.
Stacy cleared her throat.
“Erm, sorry. I’m a police officer.”
He crossed his arms and watched closely for her response. It could go either way; although he wasn’t worried that she’d start a discussion about police brutality or riots. Stacy struck him like the kind that would—
“Hmmm. You can cuff me anytime and to anything, Officer Mills…” she licked her bottom lip before she leaned in from her side of the table. His eyes traveled from her mud brown eyes, down to the cleavage on display in a tight shirt that barely held her tits inside.
“Damn,” Ronan said next to him.
Declan rapped the table with his knuckles and pushed out of his chair. One shared look was all it took to let Ronan know he wasn’t going to the bathroom but hightailing it out of there.
Stacy shot from her chair, and it was then he realized he’d never answered her stupid remark about cuffing her.
“I’m off, Ro. Ladies, pleasure meeting you.”
“Wait!”
Declan turned and held Stacy steady with his hand firm on her bicep, halting her swaying arse from tumbling down on her high heels.
She blinked up at him. “Thanks. I guess I had a bit too much to drink.”
“No problem.”
Stacy leaned in and said, “I’d love to catch a ride in the back of your patrol car…”
“You’d better join my brother and your friend. I’m not into role-play. But I’m sure my brother has an entire collection at home for you all to play with.”
He hoped he’d successfully diverted her sudden attention.
Her eyes went wide, and she giggled. “Tessa told me about Ronan’s mirror. I’m not surprised he also uses toys.”
“Yeah, that damn mirror above his bed is notorious.”
He locked eyes with his brother over Stacy’s shoulder. “You got her?”
“Yeah, man. We’ll take her home. Talk to you later.” Ronan waggled his eyebrows and Declan rolled his eyes.
He took the fastest route and twenty minutes after leaving the Velvet Club; he knocked on Bree’s front door.
After the longest minute in history, Bree opened with a scowl on her face. Not her usual greeting.
“Hi, Squirt.”
“What are you doing here?”
“I… I wanted to see you.” He took a small step in her direction, but when Bree didn’t budge, he halted. She was dressed in her standard work attire; black pencil skirt, light blue button-down shirt with the top two buttons undone.
He wondered why Bree hadn’t changed into her sweatpants like she usually did right after coming home. Had she also been out tonight?
Bree fisted the door like it was her lifeline. “Why?”
“Do I need a reason to come see you?”
Bree tucked away a stray inky curl behind her ear. She shook her head. “No. Not really. I’m just surprised that’s all.”