Indecent Danger (Danger Incorporated #3)(31)

“Are you sure? You can’t possibly have enjoyed that as much as I did. It was amazing. Stupendous. Life-altering.”

“I’m sure, but I do have one little question.”

Desire, arousal, and more than a little bit of mischief curled in her belly and she ran her fingers down his muscled arm, feeling every curve and dip.

“Ask away. You can have anything you want tonight.”

That was good to know since she’d never felt more free in her life. Something had broken loose inside of her when they’d made love. She wasn’t defective and this wasn’t shameful or wrong. The way she felt for this man was beautiful and the things he made her feel couldn’t be more right.

“So my question is this…when can we do that again?”

She heard him suck in a breath and then his chest shook with laughter. “I’m not as young as I used to be, so give me ten minutes. As much as I want you, maybe five. Damn, I’m not a teenager anymore but my body doesn’t seem to know that.”

The physical proof of that statement was currently stiffening against her thigh.

“If you need your rest–”

She didn’t get to finish her sentence and instead found herself rolled onto her back, looking up at a very sexy and passionate man.

“Don’t poke the bear, babe. There’s a price to be paid for that.”

His lips descended to press against hers and the last thought she had was that she’d gladly pay the price.

As often as possible.





Chapter Sixteen




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Travis sat on a barstool next to Tom Lovell drinking a Jameson on the rocks. He’d spent the better part of the day in bed upstairs with Aubrey, but they’d reluctantly stumbled out of bed in the afternoon when Shane came pounding on the door of the suite with more details about the land deal between Tom and Bruce. Not only had Bruce not paid a dime toward his debt, he had lured Tom into some high stakes poker games where the man had lost thousands. The fact that Tom had lost that money to someone Bruce also owed money to was an interesting coincidence.

Travis didn’t believe in coincidences.

“Hell of a weekend. If I’d wanted this kind of hassle I wouldn’t have bothered to leave Montana.”

Tom snorted and tossed back his own drink, apparently tequila from the aroma and the limes and salt shaker sitting on the bar. “You’re telling me. The cops wanted to talk to me again this morning. It’s clear they don’t know what the f*ck they’re doing. If everybody is a suspect then no one is.”

“Did they say anything to you about who they really think did it?”

Travis had known Tom as an acquaintance for years, and although he wasn’t a brilliant businessman he was intelligent. He’d graduated from Princeton with a degree in history and had knocked around his father’s business for the last several years, but mostly lived off his trust fund. Now in his mid-thirties, he’d aged well and would be considered a handsome man by most women. He played up his natural good looks by dressing well and keeping in shape. His only bit of bad judgment seemed to be trusting Bruce in the first place.

“Didn’t say anything to me.” Tom tapped the bar and the bartender refilled the shot glass. “They asked me again where I was when Bruce was killed. If I liked or hated him.”


From the slurring of Tom’s words Travis could tell the man had been sitting at this bar for quite a while. Being inebriated would only help by lowering Tom’s inhibitions and hopefully encourage him to tell more than he normally would.

“They asked me the same things too. What did you tell them?”

Tom grimaced and shrugged, knocking back another shot of tequila before answering. “I told them the truth. I was sitting with Alana. I was talking to her for quite a while actually.”

“Was Martin there?”

Travis hadn’t realized that Tom knew Alana well enough to sit and chat.

“No, he got a phone call and stepped out for a while. He asked me to keep Alana company while he was gone so she and I got some air outside for a few minutes.”

That sounded like Martin, always the gentleman even when it was his birthday party.

“How long was he gone?”

Tom grabbed a handful of pretzels from the basket on the bar and shoved them in his mouth. “I dunno…a half hour maybe. Maybe more like an hour. Eventually Alana told me to ask her friend Tracy to dance. She was going to look for Martin.”

If Martin had been on the phone all that time he had a good alibi as well, which made Travis happy. His friend had been through so much with Bruce he didn’t need to be dragged through this murder investigation as well.

Sipping his own drink slowly, Travis was determined to stay as sober as possible. “It’s good that you have a solid alibi. Did you see Bruce when he went out to the beach?”

Tom sucked on a lime after doing another shot. He was swaying now on his barstool and Travis had a feeling he was going to be helping the poor bastard back to his room in a short while.

“No. I saw him being a prick to some hot brunette. I could tell he was scaring her so I gave him some shit about it and told him to stay away from her. He just laughed and started dancing with Iris. That’s the last I saw of him.”

That hot brunette had to be Aubrey.