Hunter’s phone buzzed and he answered it with a frown. “Stanson, this isn’t a good time.”
The detective? What did he want?
“What?” Hunter frowned, looking around him. “Where are you? Fine. Look, I don’t follow your orders… so arrest me…” he glanced over at her, frowning. “…all right, meet us at my place…yeah, yeah, forty minutes.”
He put his phone down on the console between the seats.
“That was Detective Stanson?” she asked.
“Yeah, he was calling to ask what the hell we thought we were doing. Apparently this place is already under surveillance by the cops. We need to meet him at my place. Put your seatbelt on.”
He waited until she had buckled up, before pulling away from the curb.
“You going to share what you know with them?”
He took a deep breath. “I don’t want to, but that’s the part of me that wants revenge for Angie. I don’t want to hand this over just for the cops to fuck it up.”
“But?” she asked, sensing there was something more.
“But while Stanson might be an arrogant ass at times he’s a good cop. If we interfere in their investigation, they’ll just make things difficult for us.”
“Plus, they might have information we need,” she added, knowing the way he thought.
“Exactly.”
“Have the two of you worked together before?”
“We’ve helped each other out a few times, but mainly I know him from the Twisted Thorn.”
“What’s that?”
She could sense him tensing. “Sometimes I forget that we haven’t known each other that long. Twisted Thorn is a BDSM club. I own it with Gray and Simon.”
“What?” she said, shocked.
“Yeah. We opened it a few years ago. Simon runs it.”
“Simon runs a BDSM club? And Sasha is all good with that?”
“It’s where she met him.”
“I can’t believe you own a BDSM club and I didn’t know.”
He glanced over at her as he stopped at a red light. “I wasn’t keeping it from you, it just never came up.”
“You must be heavily involved in the lifestyle.”
“Yes,” he said honestly. “I am. Does that make you uncomfortable?”
She shifted in her seat as the light went green and he put the truck into gear and accelerated.
“I don’t know. I mean, I knew you had experience, more than me, I guess I just didn’t realize how involved you were. How often do you go? How hands on do you get?”
“Hey,” he reached out and placed his hand on her thigh, his touch warm and comforting. “I haven’t been since we got together and I certainly wouldn’t get hands on with anyone else but you.”
She breathed out a sigh of relief. “You must be missing it, though. I mean, what we’ve done can’t be close to what you’re used to doing in the club.”
“Sugar, what do you think I do there?”