“I need him to look someone up for me.”
“It’s a she,” he corrected.
I gave him a look. He shrugged.
“Whatever, man. Canshelook someone up for me?”
“This person causing you trouble?” Don’s voice took on a serious note as he stepped closer.
“No, not much. I just need his address or possibly his whereabouts during the day. First name Marshall. I don’t have a last name, but he works as a teacher over at the middle school on Henderson.” I gave Don all the information I had on Marshall. I didn’t want to ask Angela for more info to not arouse any more suspicion on her part.
“All right, man. Let me see what I can do.”
“Thanks, man.”
“You sure you’re good, though?”
“Positive.”
“Okay. I’ll give her a ring now.” He strolled off, pulling his cell phone out of his pocket. I appreciated he didn’t ask for more information about why I was seeking this guy out.
With that settled, I reached for my cell phone, sending a text to Angela letting her know the guys and I planned on stopping by the bar tonight after our shift. That wasn’t unusual, but I still wanted her to be in the know. I also didn’t want to admit to myself that I was probably just finding any reason to reach out to her during the day. She’s been on my mind since the moment I left her place. For once, I regretted that I had to get up and go to work.
I’ll be waiting.Came back her text reply with a winking eye emoji. I had to make sure to wipe the stupid, school-boy grin off my face before any of the other guys saw me.
****
The three of us walked in the bar, and the first thing that hit me, as usual, was the energy. Patrons mingled, laughed, and danced to the tunes of “Good Life” by OneRepublic. The first place my eyes zeroed in on was behind the bar. And there she was, once again, the focal point of most of the patron’s entertainment, dancing and serving drinks. A male bartender was with her this evening, but he was dancing right along with Angela to the music. I had to tamp down on the jealousy that ran through my chest at the sight of her laughing with another man.It’s her job.It was also her personality?open, friendly, laughing, and welcoming. Who wouldn’t want to be around that type of energy?
I answered my question when my feet picked up their pace headed in her direction. I didn’t bother to see if Corey and Carter followed or if they went to find a table for us; it wasn’t my concern at the moment. I took the space at the bar a woman just vacated after retrieving her drink. When Angela’s eyes landed on me, my heartbeat quickened the same way it did whenever we got a call at the station. Her eyes smiled before her mouth did and for a second I was thrown back to the previous night when I first thrust inside of her. Then, her eyelids hung heavily, drained after the orgasm I gave her with my mouth. But as soon as I pushed up against her, those tawny orbs sparkled with fire and awe.
“And for you, sir?” Her voice was airy. She was flirting with me, but it wasn’t the same, friendly flirting she did with her other patrons.
I had to adjust myself in my jeans before responding. “Four of the usual, Angel.”
She raised an eyebrow. “I only saw you come in with Carter and Corey.”
My lips parted, and I leaned farther on the bar. “You watched me come in?”
“I’ve been waiting for you,” she admitted, leaning over the bar as well. Our lips were only a few inches apart, and with temptation like that, I wasn’t one to resist. I took the liberty of leaning in even more and brushing my lips against hers. The kiss wasn’t nearly long enough for either one of us.
My head spun to the right of me when a man whistled across the bar. “I’ll take one of those as well!” he called, causing the few patrons around him to laugh.
“Like hell you will!” I shot back without hesitation or thought. The men laughed, but my frown remained.
“He’s just teasing,” Angela stated, bringing my attention back to her. “So, four of the usual?”
“Yeah, Don was taking a call outside,” I responded to her earlier inquiry about there only being three of us.
“Ah.” She nodded, her curiosity satisfied.
Seconds later, she placed four Coronas with lime slices sticking out the tops of the bottles in front of me. I hesitated to retrieve the beers, not wanting to take my eyes off her.
“You closing tonight?” It was a ridiculous question; she always closed.
“Yup.”
“Which means you’ll be done around three?”
