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Well,damn. Nick felt like puffing out his chest and giving it a few solid pounds with alternating fists. “So what’s the plan?”
Jay smiled, as if he sensed the surge in Nick’ testosterone levels. “Flash that badge and go get your woman. I’ve got your back.”
That sounded like a hell of a plan. Nick made his way over to the edge where Mack was dancing, oblivious to everything except internalizing the rhythm and spirit of Poison’s “Unskinny Bop”. She looked so damn sexy doing it, too, that he almost let her finish. The problem was, every other male was seeing it, too, and he wanted a private viewing.
It wasn’t any oftheirnames she murmured in her sleep.
He reached up and plucked her from the stage, resulting in an instant chorus of boos. Nick didn’t hear any of it; he was too preoccupied with the feel of Mack’s hot little body tucked into his chest.
It took Mack a few seconds to realize what had happened.
“What the hell, soldier?” she asked, slurring her words slightly as she slid down his body. Her eyes squinted as her head tilted upward toward his face. Her flirty smile faded, turned into genuine confusion. “Nick? What are you doing here?”
“Taking you home.”
Her bemusement darkened and she tried to push him away. “Like hell. I’m having fun.”
“You’re drunk.”
“No wonder you made detective,” she snickered. “Nothing gets past you.” She tried to take a step back and swayed precariously. Thankfully, Jay was there to catch her. “Oh, hey Jay.”
“Hey, baby girl.” He draped her shirt — the one she’d whipped over her head like a lasso and tossed out to the crowd earlier — over her shoulders.
“Did you call him?” she demanded. Jay nodded. She pinned him with a glare, one that probably would have been far more intimidating if she hadn’t been swaying as she did so.
“Come on, Mack. Let’s go,” Nick said in a low but firm voice as he held on to her arm, wanting to get her out of there before shit really hit the fan. The hairs on the back of his neck were prickling from all of the unhappy looks he was getting from her new admirers.
Mack turned back to Nick, fixing him with her haughty glare. Arousal fired in his veins. She was so unlike any woman he had ever met. Even sloppy drunk and mouthing off she was beautiful.
“Are you arresting me, Detective?” she sneered. “'Cause that is theonlyway I’ll ever leave a bar with you.”
Arresting her hadn’t been his intention, but he could see the merits of the idea. He glanced over her head toward the table of pissed off men now standing, their unhappy eyes focused on him. They were just about to head their way and he was pretty sure it wasn’t to buy him a beer.
“So be it.” He deftly turned Mack around, pulling both wrists together in one of his large hands as he reached for his cuffs and mechanically began to recite her Miranda rights.
“Jesus,” Jay breathed his eyes widening. “Is that really necessary?”
“You can’t arrest me!” she spat at him.
“Watch me.” One hand pushed against the center of her back, leading her toward the exit.
“What are the charges?” She wriggled in his grasp, trying to use her weight against him. Since he easily had a hundred pounds on her (and wasn’t three sheets to the wind), her attempts to escape weren’t very effective. It didn’t stop her from bringing up her knee in a thrust toward his groin. Nick twisted to the side in time to save his manly bits, which only seemed to piss her off more. She brought her foot up and stomped on his instep —hard— then followed up with an attempted head butt (which he mostly deflected).
Nick winced slightly and clenched his teeth. “Let’s start with assaulting a police officer and go from there.”
The flash of his badge was probably the only thing that kept the angry mob from beating his ass, but he didn’t breathe a sigh of relief until Mack was ensconced safely in the back of his car. When he shut the door, she leaned back on the seat and gave it a good solid kick with both feet, hard enough to rock the whole vehicle.
“Don’t make me taser you,” he warned menacingly. She glared at him, all messy and fired up, cheeks flushed and eyes blazing. Another bolt of lust shot through him. He couldn’t help but wonder what that kind of passion would be like if unleashed under other, more appropriate, circumstances. He could almost feel her phantom nails clawing at his back while her powerful thighs wrapped around his hips and she squeezed him with her tight —
“Want me to ride along?” Jay asked, glancing in the back window where Mack was now struggling to sit up and unleashing a torrent of scorching curses, all centered upon exactly what she thought Nick could do with his taser. Whatshewould do with it the moment he let his guard down.
“No,” Nick exhaled. “I’ve got this.”
“You are either a really brave man or a batshit crazy one.”
“Probably a bit of both,” Nick said with a wry smile. Hell, he had to be insane to be thinking the kinds of things he was thinking. The woman was testing every one of his limits and helikedit. “Besides. I don’t think she’s very happy with you right now, either.”
Jay turned back to the car, saw the murderous look in her eyes and shuddered. Rubbing the back of his neck, he sighed heavily. “Yeah, good point. It’s probably best if she stays out of sight for a while. No need to add more fuel to the fire. Hey, take care of her, will you? She comes off all tough and whatnot, but this ...” He shook his head. “Mack doesn’t dothis.”
