Page 70 of Locked In Ice

“Take it any damn way you want.”It’s a yes.

“When you got all pissed about me holding her wrist, I figured you were either already sleeping with her or you wanted to sleep with her.I get it, I do.Iwantto sleep with her.”

Lane growled.

Beau sent him a half-smile.“There it is again.Man, you need to watch yourself.You are giving away tells left and right.”

He didn’t care about watching himself.“Youare the one that needs to be careful.”

“Because if I flirt with your partner, you’re gonna tear into me?”

Lane just stared at him.

Beau leaned closer.“By the time I was fifteen years old, I had been in more fights than I could count.I know how to protect myself, and I am never, ever scared of anyone tearing into me.See, I fight dirty.I fight hard.”

“Fabulous for you.”Was this talk going someplace?

Laughter erupted from Beau.“I swear, if you weren’t such an up-front asshole, I mightalmostlike you.But, you are an asshole.So I don’t.”

“The feeling is mutual.”His gaze wanted to track back to Beau’s office.Ophelia’s wink had made him suspicious as hell.Andwhyhad she wanted to use Beau’s office?They could have gone outside for her to make the call.Could have gone back up to her place.

Unless…

Was Ophelia searching Beau’s office?

She’d only do that if she suspected her downstairs neighbor.And, honestly, after the story about the cameras being down and the fact that the guy had a key to Ophelia’s place…I suspect the jerk, too.

“I haven’t slept with her,” Beau revealed.

Lane flattened his hand on the bar.

“Just thought that needed to be said.I tried, of course, because she is a gorgeous woman with the most incredible eyes I’ve ever seen and that red lipstick—paired with her dark hair—is helluva sexy.But, alas, she shot me down.So, if you’re justwantingto sleep with her, you need to know that she will probably shoot you down, too.”

“Thanks for the warning.”

“You don’t sound grateful.”

I’m not.

“Uh, huh.But…if youhaveslept with her…will you be a pal and tell me how you did it?”

Lane rose from the barstool.

“Like, not the mechanics,” Beau hastily amended.“Clearly, I get that.But what the hell worked?She usually freezes everyone out.”

Lane stared at him.

“Does that glare mean you havenotslept with her?”

“It means that what I do with Ophelia isn’t your concern.Stop being worried about who she is or is not fucking.Because unless it isyou,then it is none of your damn business.”

Beau’s eyes widened.“Holy shit.”

Was he supposed to be keeping this guy distracted while Ophelia searched?His partner should have told him more.Not justwinked.

“I know you,” Beau added as his fingers snapped together.“You’re the killer.”

Not like it was the first time he’d heard those words.But they still rubbed him raw.

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