Trouble Travels in Threes (Trouble, Tennessee 3)

Draegan lazily ran his fingers through her soft locks. “I’m curious, too.”

“Every McCall I’ve known shares a woman,” Bane said.

“This one doesn’t.” Draegan might as well put that out there. “And I doubt you know all the McCalls.”

“I’ll look forward to meeting them all at some point.”

“You say that like you plan to spend more time in Trouble.”

“And you say that like you don’t want me to get any ideas.”

“I’d hate for you to get ahead of yourself.”

“What kind of detective would I be if I didn’t look for opportunity?”

“Looking in the wrong places for such opportunities seems like such a waste.”

Serena stared at Draegan and thinned her lips. Then, she looked at Bane. It was, after all, his turn for a rebuttal.

“I don’t waste time, McCall. I see something I like and I pursue her.”

“We have that in common,” Draegan said, pulling Serena tighter against him.

Serena blew out a hard breath and her bangs shimmied against her forehead. “So much for a first date.”

“No complaints here,” he said, resting his tongue in the corner of his mouth.

“That was some show I missed from what I hear.” Bane took a sip this time.

“You weren’t invited.” Draegan wanted to elaborate but he was a gentleman after all and Serena, even though she could give head like a whore, was an adorable lady. And he respected her.

Bane thumbed the air over his shoulder. “You’re the one driving the ‘Vette?”

“Trouble plates give it away?” Bastard could pretend he hadn’t seen them, but he’d walked in the club a few seconds after they’d arrived there. He’d seen their car. Hell, the obsessive fucker had probably watched the whole damn show.

“Maybe I should excuse myself,” Serena butted her hip against Draegan’s.

“You’re fine where you are, honey,” Draegan said, patting her leg. “Besides, I don’t want you to go to the public restrooms here.”

“Was there a problem?” Bane looked concerned.

“Apparently the new owner wants cops here but she keeps a few service people around in the parking lots, too.”

“I wouldn’t know,” Bane said. “I’ve never been one to take advantage of ladies in public places.”

Draegan’s nostrils flared. All right, he mused. He’d let the detective have that one.

Bane took a drink of his whiskey and made an “ah” sound. He grinned at Draegan as if he’d just made the racket as a victorious sidebar.

“So what brings you out tonight?” Serena asked, stirring her drink.

“She missed the part where you said you were here on cop duty.”

“Detective,” Bane said, winking at Serena. “We’ve talked. She knows the difference.”

“Detective Brice—Bane—started out as a street cop and then he moved to vice and then—”

“Yes, everyone in Trouble knows all about Bane Brice’s career.”