Snorting in frustration, I take a long pull on my beer, and then point it at him as I swallow. “I hate it you know me so well.”
Hunter shrugs and takes a sip of his beer. “There’s no one I know better than you, except for Brody, of course, and that’s to be expected since we’re identical twins. But I know you very well, my friend, so tell me what’s eatin’ at you.”
“Nothing really,” I say evasively. “It was just a really tough undercover operation. I’m a little drained from it.”
“No,” Hunter says firmly. “There’s more to it than that.”
“What do you know?” I fire back.
“Well, outside of coming to Last Call your first night back—for just one beer, I might remind you—you’ve basically been avoiding everyone since you returned.”
“I’ve been working,” I say as I point out of the kitchen window to my back deck.
“What the fuck ever, dude. Quit pussy-footin’ around and just tell me what the problem is,” Hunter growls. He punctuates that by walking over to my kitchen table, kicking one of the chairs back, and dropping down into it. “I’m not leaving until you lay it all out.”
“Asshole,” I mutter, but I decide it’s easier to get this over with than fight with him. I know this man as well as he knows me. He’ll sit at that table and won’t move until I unload.
I guess that’s what best friends are for.
Sitting down in the chair, I pick at the label on the beer. “I guess I better fill you in on the operation first.”
This I needed to do before I unloaded about Andrea, because Hunter needed to understand the dynamics of our relationship.
“I can’t tell you everything because the case is still open, but I went undercover to work at a strip club in Raleigh. The owner was suspected of selling off his dancers as sex slaves.”
“That is sick,” Hunter says under his breath.
“Yeah, and you don’t even want to know the depths to which I had to sink to work there. But anyway… I got in good with the owner and eventually he brought me in on the operation.”
Hunter sits a little straighter in his chair. “You helped to sell women to slavers?”
“No, by the time the first sale went down that I was in on, we had an undercover FBI agent posing as one of the dancers.”
“Seriously?” Hunter asks, his face awash in suspicion. “FBI agents know how to strip?”
“This one did,” I said, images of Andrea’s naked and gyrating body filtering through my mind. “Her name’s Andrea.”
“So how did it all work out?” Hunter asks cautiously.
“Worked out great. Andrea and I made the bust after money changed hands and the ring has been taken down.”
Hunter heaves a sigh of relief, and I’m sure he was thinking something dire happened to Andrea, which was causing my funk. “So, what’s the problem?”
I hesitate a moment, wondering just how much I should share, then I decide to just lay it out. Hunter won’t judge and he may have some good advice. “The problem is that we sort of crossed a line with each other… twice.”
I let that sort of float out there and watch as understanding creeps over Hunter’s face. “Sexual line, you mean?”
“Good deduction, Einstein,” I say drily and take another sip of beer. “The first time… it was part of the undercover act. At least, I think it was. The second time… was after the bust had been made. No act.”
“So, what’s the problem?” Hunter asks with utter gullibility.
“The problem is that regardless of what happened or when, we were law enforcement partners. You don’t fuck around with your coworkers.”
“You most certainly do fuck around with your coworkers,” Hunter says adamantly. “Gabby was working at my bar. I fucked her. Brody was working with Alyssa at The Haven. He fucked her. Savannah was working for Gavin as his housekeeper. He fucked her. I’m sensing a pattern here,” he ends with a grin. “Aren’t you?”
“Not the same,” I grumble, but it kind of is.
“How did you leave it with her?” Hunter asks.
How did I leave it with her?
Not very well, I’ll have to admit.
After I lost myself to eating out her sweet pussy, I took my aching dick and stepped away from her. When she finished getting dressed and got in the unmarked car that had been loaned to me, I didn’t even know what to say. The taste of her was still thick on my tongue and my balls throbbed.
“Can you take me to the closest hotel?” she asked quietly.
“Sure,” I said and proceeded to do just that. Luckily, there was a nice one just a few blocks down.