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’mdefinitelygoing 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.
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