Page 12 of Hot Cops

“Shut. Up. Trevor won a hundred thousand dollars? That lucky bastard.” Riley shook her head in disbelief.

Aaron shrugged, unsurprised. Money always seemed to fall into Trev’s lap. He’d matched four numbers in the lottery once, found five hundred dollars in a coffee can on the street, and inherited a few thousand from an uncle he didn’t even know he had. Problem was, the money never stayed in Trev’s pocket for long. “He does seem to be doing pretty well for himself in Vegas.”

The dealer obviously agreed. “I’ll say. Winning all that moneyandspending the evening with Bella.” The man’s look let them know exactly which part of Trev’s good fortune he preferred.

Aaron chuckled as Riley rolled her eyes. “It’s a big-tit epidemic,” she muttered.

“Thanks for your help.” Aaron led Riley back toward the front desk of the hotel, where they introduced themselves and asked about the staff working the previous night’s shift. The reservation clerk said the same crew would be working that night. Riley and Aaron decided if they still hadn’t found Trev by then, they would come back to question them all later.

Aaron took her hand and led her away from the desk. “So it sounds like Trevor and Bella won a bunch of money and split.”

“Knowing Trev, he decided this hotel was beneath him once he got a few bucks in his pocket.”

“Probably,” Aaron agreed. “Bella certainly looked like the type who wouldn’t mind helping a fella blow all his hard-earned money.”

“So the only words I heard in that comment were Bella, blow and hard,” Riley joked.

“Touché.”

Riley’s cell phone went off, the sounds ofBrick Housesurrounding them. He chuckled at her ring tone as she pulled the phone out of her purse and looked at the caller ID.

She sighed. “Shit.”

“Who is it?”

“Tris.” She continued to let the phone ring.

“Aren’t you going to answer it?”

She shook her head. The phone stopped ringing and she began to count backward. “Five, four, three, two, one.” As she hit one, the phone started ringing again. “Jeez, he’s relentless.”

“Give me the phone.” Aaron snatched the cell out of her hands.

“Hey,” she protested, but he was quicker. He clicked with one hand while fending her off with the other.

“Hello,” he said.

“Aaron?”

“Yeah, it’s me.”

“I assume, since you’re on Riley’s phone, you found her.” Tristan’s voice betrayed his irritation toward his baby sister.

Aaron looked at Riley, who was glaring at him with her arms crossed against her chest. He let his gaze drift to her breasts, nicely accentuated by her pose. He wiggled his eyebrows.

“Pervert,” she muttered, taking her arms down and turning her back on him.

“I found her,” he said into the phone.

“When are you coming home?” Tris asked.

“We’re going to hang out in Vegas for a few days.”

Tris went quiet on the other end for a few moments. “There’s a funny rumor flying around here today.”

“It’s true,” Aaron said.

He could hear Tristan’s sharp intake of breath. “You and Riley aremarried?”

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