Page 71 of Capture My Heart

He could be telling the truth. In this lighting, Amy could barely read the label on her beer, much less make a positive ID on a perp. “Anything else you remember about him?”

He scratched his chin. “Not really. Except he ordered a beertini, Michelob with olives. Not uncommon but he asked if we had garlic stuffed olives.” He snorted. “What do we look like…One of those fancy uptown bars?”

“Thanks.” Trey flipped another bill on the bar and turned to Amy. “Not sure we can make an ID on olives but it's something.”

Amy turned to go and smacked into a man twice her age and weight. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, little lady. You can buy me a drink to make up for it.” He wiggled his bushy eyebrows.

By the slur of his words, she didn’t think he needed another.

She turned to the bartender and slapped a five-dollar bill on the counter. “Give him a coffee.”

The bartender placed a steaming cup on the bar and moved on to help another patron.

The guy picked up the cup and sniffed. He took a sip then spit it out. In a lightning move, he caught Amy’s arm.

Wow, fast reaction time for an inebriated man.

“There’s no Bailey’s in here.”

Trey peeled the man’s fingers from her arm. “Listen, Buddy. You don’t want to start somethin—”

In one smooth move, his coffee flew—the mug bouncing off Amy’s cheek. In a nanosecond, the stinging zinged up the side of her face. She flinched, and almost missed the man’s fist connecting with Trey’s jaw.

While she shook off the stunned shock, he swung a second time.

Amy moved to intercept the drunk, but this time, Trey was ready. With a move she envied, he blocked the punch, spun the drunk around, and had him face down on the bar.

Amy blinked. Trey was good. Damn good.

Standing there with her hand to her face, she watched him. She might need to ask him to teach her a few moves.

Trey touched a hand to her arm. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. He startled me. That’s all.” She pulled the soaking wet concert tee away from her body. “Damn, it’s my favorite T-shirt, too. I hope it comes out.”

So much for a day off. She pulled out her phone to call it in. She hated extra paperwork.

“Don’t call it in quite yet.” He still had an arm on the guy.

“He assaulted an officer. Not one but two.” She gently touched the red spot on his face. It was sure to bruise. “Are you alright?”

“I’ll be fine. He’s a regular.” He didn’t need to say anymore.

Trey helped the now calmer man onto a stool. Then steadied him when he tipped to the left.

“What’s your name?” Amy crossed her arms and waited for his response.

Amy could see his eyes trying to focus on her before shifting to Trey before they grew in size. “Shit. You’re cops, aren’t you?”

“Yeah. Officer Larson asked your name.” Trey positioned himself beside the guy and rested his hands on his hips. A typical cop move.

“Ernie.”

“No last name, Ernie?”

“Rainer.” Defeat washed over his face. “Listen. I’m sorry about the coffee thing. It’s been a week from hell.”