I growled, lunging forward but not getting far... you know, because my brother grabbed me again before I could do any damage. “Maybe we should all just take a minute,” he suggested. “Jake, if you’re finished questioningAddie, I’m going to walk her to her car before I talk to Dylan.”
Jake looked over his notes. “I think we’re done here.” He pulled a business card out of his pocket, sliding it between his index and middle finger, and offering it to me.
I scowled at him and didn’t move.
“My card. Please take it in case you think of anything that can help Ms. James.” His gaze locked with mine and then slid tomy mouth. My breath caught and I couldn’t stop myself from licking my lips as he continued to stare at me. He made me feel all floaty and crap. This wasnotme. Men didn’t make me feel floaty and crap, I did it to them! Gah!
And just when I’d written him off for an asshole. I took his card and, when our fingers brushed, another fire ignited beneath my skin. Who the hell was this guy and why didhe affect me like this?
Asher tugged at my arm. “Okay, Sis, let’s get you out of here.”
I reluctantly led him to my car and then took off. I had a plan, which required a stop at my apartment and then the local Target. I was getting Dylan out of that jail if it was the last thing I did.
* * *
Jake
The second AddisonAllen walked out of my office, I knew I was in trouble. Jesus, she wasgorgeous. And funny as hell. Gorgeous I could ignore. Funny as hell, not so much.
As I pondered the odds of getting her to go out with me, my phone buzzed and I pulled it out to find Reese Alden calling. He and I had been friends for several years and we had a standing Friday beer night twice a month. It helped that our buddy owned a couple local bars in town and offered deep discounts. “Hey,man.”
“Hey. Lex got picked up.”
I frowned. Alexa Romanov was Reese’s obsession. Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t a creepy obsession, the kind I’d arrest him for, but built from a deep and forever love only a man could feel. She was the one who’d gotten away, and last I’d heard, she didn’t know Reese was even in town. “I don’t follow.”
“She’s there. In booking, probably.”
“Shit, seriously?”
“Yeah.”
“I’ll go see what I can do,” I offered.
“I’m on my way down,” Reese said. “Jaxon’s dealing with gettin’ her cleared, but can you make sure she doesn’t get put in a cell?”
Jaxon Quinn was local FBI and he was the brother of a couple of local bikers who were members of the Dogs of Fire MC.
“This is FBI business?” I asked.
“Yeah, man. It’s complicated.”
“It always is with you.”
“Nodoubt,” he agreed.
“Okay, brother, I’ll go see what I can do.”
“Thanks.”
Reese hung up and I headed down to booking to look after his woman, which meant I didn’t have time to think about Addison.
This was a good thing.
I think.
