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Then she tripped and fell.
Well, she would have fallen.
Trance saved her like a knight on a shining Harley.
His hands went down and scooped her up before she could even hit her knees.
His strong arms went around her waist, and he cradled my sister to his chest as if she was the finest piece of spun glass that would break if he held her too hard.
Speaking of strong arms, my own pair of strong arms wrapped around my neck and pulled me against a strong, firm chest.
“Your sister’s man is a major douche.” Kettle observed lightly, watching as the douche in question got out of his car and stormed over to Trance, who still held Viddy against his chest.
Trance bent down until his face was pressed against the side of her ear, and he said something very softly before he released Viddy and took a step back just as Paul reached them and yanked her forward.
I hadn’t been aware that I was moving until I stood in front of Paul and pushed him. “Don’t yank my sister around. You damn well know her balance is shit. Treat her like she should be treated or I’ll...”
Kettle’s hand went over my mouth as his other arm snaked around my middle as he physically restrained me from advancing on the stupid man.
Pete’s face was a twisted mask of disgust as he stared at me, Kettle and Trance. My hate-filled eyes were annoyed as he hustled Viddy over to the car, not even bothering to open the door for her.
Once Paul sped out of the driveway, I whirled out of Kettle’s arms and pointed an accusing finger at Trance. “You!”
Trance’s eyes rose. “Me what?”
“Get her away from him. You’ve been charged with your duties. Now make it happen.”
I hadn’t missed the desire that had flared through Trance’s eyes every time he saw my sister. I also hoped that Viddy pulled her head out of her ass long enough to see what was right in front of her.
“Now,” I said stomping away. “Take me to this stupid place on the lake. I hope they make strong margaritas. ‘Cause I’m gonna need one when I get there. If we don’t die on the boat ride over.”
Masculine chuckles followed in my wake.
• • •
In fact, I didn’t actually die in the water. Sebastian drove slowly, and I actually enjoyed the boat ride.
I didn’t see any alligators, or any Loch Ness Monsters.
After a fifteen-minute boat ride, they pulled up at the quaint little restaurant calledCypress Hideaway Bar and Grill. I’d never visited here in all my time of living in this area, even though it was the main attraction in the small town.
Kettle and I walked arm and arm down the dock and into the restaurant.
The décor was cute, in a rustic kind of way.
Huge painted catfish and largemouth bass dominated the walls. Trophies. Lake records. Old tackle. One spot had a flat bottom boat hanging from the rafters.
All the tables were wooden and made out of old timber. The chairs out of wicker.
It wasn’t until we were sitting down, after having ordered our drinks that I started to look around at all the patrons. That was when I saw the glaring Detective Hernandez staring at me with barely concealed hatred.
“What’s wrong?” Baylee asked me.
I looked towards Baylee, finally breaking eye contact with the blatant hate Detective Hernandez was emitting before answering.
“Kettle’s ex-girlfriend is trying to kill me with her eyes.”
I didn’t ask how Baylee knew I was in a stare down with someone who was very clearly pissed off that I was sitting next to her ex-boyfriend. Must’ve been the look on my face, but she knew.
