Claiming the Enemy: Dustin (Porter Brothers Trilogy 3)

Searching through the dresser, he made sure to put the items back in place before looking through the nightstands and then the closet. He didn’t see or find anything out of the ordinary, so he went through the rest of the house.

They had Bibles throughout the house. One was even on the side table beside the couch.

Going to a shelf beside the TV, he browsed through their DVD titles. There wasn’t even a computer or tablet that he could find.

“Psh,” Dustin scoffed through his teeth. “Damn, these two wouldn’t know what fun was if it bit them on the ass.”

They had been married for years, yet the most exciting thing they had in their bedroom was a guitar. They spent their life at home, reading the Bible constantly and only watching Christian movies. Hell, the only alcohol in the whole house was the cooking wine he found in the back of one of the cabinets. He was bored to tears just searching their house.

Climbing back out of the window, he made his way back to his car.

Driving toward Day’s Financial Services, he made sure the black BMW of the arrogant prick wasn’t in the parking lot before he parked.

Hiding the purloined folder, he went to meet Shelly. As soon as he walked inside the office, she took her purse out of the desk.

“I’m ready.” Smiling, she came from behind the desk, running a familiar hand down his chest.

Dustin gave her a critical glance. “You sure you don’t want to go to the bathroom to freshen up? Your lipstick is gone, and that shade of red you had on this morning had my dick hard as a rock.”

“It did?” She flattened her breasts against his chest as she tried to wind an arm around his waist.

Dustin pulled back. “Yep.” He lowered his lashes, giving her a seductive look that had her thinking he was hungry for more than food.

“I’ll be right back.”

“Take your time. You can’t hurry perfection.”

Dustin nearly gagged at himself at that one, but he managed to keep his expression composed until she was out the door.

Hurrying toward the filing cabinet, he replaced Jackson’s folder, then immediately started searching for Charles’. He was counting the seconds off in his head when he found it. Removing the folder, he was about to close the drawer when the folder behind it caught his eye. Snatching that one, too, he put both folders behind his back and used his shin to close the lower drawer in one movement.

He was standing in the same position when Shelly came back.

“Is this better?” Giving him a sultry air kiss, Shelly wiggled her finger for him to come closer.

Dustin knew exactly how she planned to spend the rest of her lunch break.

Before she could snatch him closer to her, he took her arm and spun her to face the door. “If it were any better, I’d miss the diner’s lunch special,” he said, deliberately misunderstanding her come-on.

He hustled her outside, ignoring her irritation as she locked the door behind them. Then he took her hand until they reached the door that went outside. Opening it, he didn’t take her hand again, keeping a good inch between them.

He wanted to groan out loud when he saw Asher, Holt, and Bubba sitting at one of the booths. Seeing an empty table for two, he and Shelly made their way there.

Politely holding the chair out for her to sit down, he made sure it was the one that had Shelly’s back turned toward the Hayes.

After ordering the special, Dustin chose a topic that would have her talking nonstop until it was time to leave.

“You been busy today?”

Shelly went off on a rant about her boss underappreciating her and her anger that he hadn’t come through on a promised raise. As she criticized him, Dustin was treated to the sight of all three men giving him glances that promised retribution. Asher even went so far as to mimic slitting his throat.

Dustin was getting so fed up with how the three were acting that he was about to ask the waitress for a knife so that Asher could use a real one instead of an imaginary one.

When their food arrived, Dustin ate as fast as he could, nodding his head occasionally at something Shelly said. He was determined to enjoy his meal, despite the show Asher was putting on.

When Bubba started to get out of the booth, Dustin knew he was planning to interrupt his and Shelly’s lunch. Therefore, he sent the only man with half a brain seated at the booth a warning glance.

Holt glanced back with a glare, but he did say something to Bubba that had him sitting back down.

“Lordy, I’m going to be late,” Shelly said, putting her napkin on the table.

“Go ahead. I’ll take care of the ticket.”