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Amy shook her head. “Bently hasn’t dipped his pen in Shattered Cove ink in years, to many single ladies’ dismay.”
“And some married ones.” Tawny giggled.
“Ever since he became sheriff,” Katy clarified.
“All we get is his grade-A flirting. I heard he goes to the city for company now.” Tina sighed.
I wonder why.
No. Belle had no business giving that man any precious real estate in her mind.
“I gotta get home to my husband and boys. I’ll see you ladies at work next week.” Tawny stood.
“Do you mind if I catch a ride with you?” Tina asked.
“Sure thing. Good night, ladies.”
“Good night.”
“I’m gonna go say hello to that fine-looking man over by the stage. Don’t wait up for me,” Sue said, pushing her breasts a little higher.
“Just us left?” Katy motioned to Amy and Belle.
“Looks like it. I’ll run to the bathroom and grab another round,” Belle said, sliding off her stool. The room swirled around her as she reached out her hand and steadied herself on the table. It had been a while since she’d had a few drinks, and three of them had her tipsy. Guess I’ll be hailing a cab tonight.
It didn’t matter, because for the first time in a long time, she was relaxed and happy.
Belle went to the bathroom and washed her hands. She smacked her lips together, happy her lip stain hadn’t budged in hours. Heading out the door, her foot caught and she stumbled. Two strong arms caught her before she could face-plant and embarrass herself. Electricity tore through her. Her body hummed with heat. She gasped.
“Thank you.” She looked up at her savior and her breath hitched. Whoa. He’s even hotter up close.
“No problem, beautiful,” Bently said, the smirk on his mouth reaching pantie-melting territory. Pantie-melting? What the hell is wrong with me?
“Oh, fuck.”
He chuckled.
Shit, I said that aloud.
“I like that idea.” His hungry gaze raked across her skin like hot coals, blistering her with need.
No! This man is a man. A tragic flirt. And he’s a cop. And he’s a White-man-cop. Her brain worked overtime to reason with her drunk self.
She jerked out of his grasp, quickly righting herself. The pulsing energy fizzled to a simmer between them, giving her at least some clarity.
“I hear there isn’t much you don’t like,” she said, but kept her tone as even as she could, without the heat of the anger that lurked deep within her. Men like him in power have very big egos that are highly fragile.
“I think we got off on the wrong foot. However, I’d like to help you wake up on the right side of the bed.” He chuckled and his grin widened.
Anger rose, quickly morphing into fury. How dare he think she was just some easy one-night ride that he could use up and turn back onto the street? He had a whole queue of willing participants, so why target her? Bently was just like all the other men of her past.
“Does that line actually work on women?” she snapped.
His smile faltered.
“Look, buddy.” She poked his chest as he frowned. Damn, even that was hot. “I’m not sleeping with you. There are several ladies in here who are looking for what you have to offer, but I’ll never be one of them.” She turned on her heel and walked away with her head held high.
Damn that man and her traitorous body that craved to know what his hands would feel like on her skin.
