The Bridesmaid's Best Man. Susanna Carr

chair again. She was trapped and considered pushing him away. But that meant touching him. Pressing her hands against his naked skin... “I have something to tell you.”

      “Yeah, I got it.” She searched for a safe spot to focus on, trying not to notice the way his broad chest rose and fell, or how his rock-hard abs gleamed with sweat from dancing. “I heard what you said. You’re not really a stripper. Let me guess. You’re in between jobs. You’re doing a favor for a friend?”

      He thrust his hips to the music. “I’m undercover.”

      Angie slowly shifted her gaze to meet his. That was one excuse she didn’t expect. A chuckle erupted from her throat. “That’s a good one.”

      Cole stopped moving and frowned. “You’re not supposed to laugh while getting a lap dance.”

      “I’m sorry. I can’t help it.” She shook her head as she continued to laugh. “It’s not like I’m pointing.”

      He sighed and moved forward until his mouth was against her ear. “Angie, this is serious.”

      The bubble of laughter died in her throat as she felt his lips against her skin. “Then stop joking.” She squirmed away. “I know you’re not undercover. You quit the police force after you broke up with me a year ago.”

      “Hey, Angie, it’s my turn,” Heidi called out as she approached them.

      Angie was unprepared for the fierce territorial streak that sliced through her. She knew Cole was no longer hers, but she couldn’t share him. It was bad enough seeing him dance with Brittany. She didn’t want him anywhere near Heidi.

      “Stall her,” Cole demanded.

      Angie felt a flash of relief at his reluctance to leave, but she knew it wasn’t because he favored her over the others. He needed something from her and it wasn’t to relive the memories or have one night together.

      “Come on. No playing favorites,” Heidi said as she waved a fistful of cash. “I have money to burn.”

      “Why should I do what you ask?” Angie asked Cole between her teeth. “I should throw you to the wolves.”

      He looked into her eyes. “I really need to talk to you.”

      His voice was harsh, but she saw the pleading in his gaze. What was so important? Curiosity got the better of her. She sighed and looked at the maid of honor. “Sorry, Heidi. I’m still waiting for him to rock my world. I’ll send him over to you once that happens.”

      Heidi rolled her eyes. “I’ll be back.” She stormed off into the crowd of women, who were encouraging the other strippers to take it all off.

      “Really?” Cole said. “Like you couldn’t come up with something more flattering?”

      She shrugged. “I didn’t want to set her expectations too high.”

      Cole did a sinuous roll of his hips that made Angie squeeze her legs together. “Get some money out so you can hold me here longer,” he suggested.

      Angie shook her head. “I told you that I don’t have any cash.”

      “You always have money in case of emergencies.”

      She was surprised that he would remember that. For some reason she assumed he’d forgotten all about her when he’d moved on. “This is not an emergency.”

      “Angie,” he warned.

      She pressed her lips together as she considered her options. She decided to do as he asked if it meant she didn’t have to share him with the others. “Fine.” She reached inside the front pocket of her skinny jeans and pulled out a twenty. “What will this get me?”

      He shook his head and clucked his tongue with regret. “You’re not ready for that.”

      “Don’t be too sure,” she said with an angry smile. She wasn’t going to let him see how his assumption hurt. “Now what do you need to tell me?”

      * * *

      COLE HESITATED. SHOULD he tell Angie? He hadn’t planned on it. Was he considering it just to prove he wasn’t a stripper? No, he decided. He needed her help and her insight. In the past he had no problems confiding to her about his job when he worked in Missing Persons. He trusted her and valued her advice.

      And his instincts told him that he could still trust her. She wouldn’t do anything to hurt him or sabotage his assignment. He didn’t have a lot of faith in people, but Angie was different. She would help him even though they were no longer a couple.

      Angie moved to get up. “It was good seeing you, Cole, but I was about to call a cab and leave.”

      “You can’t leave,” he said, refusing to move out of the way. His hands clenched the back of her chair. He didn’t want her to go. It had been too long since he’d seen her and it was difficult to keep up the pretense while he was conducting surveillance. There were a few times when he wanted to forget about his professional distance and approach Angie. Now she was right next to him and he wanted the moment to last.

      “Why?” she asked as she crossed her arms. “No one will notice.”

      He would, but she wouldn’t care about that. “The bride will. She’ll never forgive you.”

      “How would you—” Her voice faded when he abruptly turned around. He grabbed her hands and rubbed them against his chest and he swayed to the music. “What are you doing?”

      “Keeping my cover,” he said. He dragged her hand down his chest until her fingers brushed against his waistband. His stomach clenched as she lowered her hand even more before she snatched it away.

      “Will you stop that?” She pushed against his back. “It’s kind of hard to listen when you’re distracting me with those moves.”

      He paused and turned to face her. “I’m a private investigator.”

      She nodded. “You went over to the dark side?”

      “Yeah, I did.” He liked being a cop, but this was something he needed to do. His goal was to find missing relatives and reunite families. He always wanted to do that ever since he was a teenager.

      Angie narrowed her eyes as she watched his face carefully. “Let me see your P.I. license.”

      He clenched his jaw. This was a side of Angie he hadn’t experienced before. He didn’t like how she questioned his word. “It’s not like I have it on me.”

      “You don’t have to make up a story for me. So you’re a stripper and you take your clothes off for a living. I’m not going to judge.” She tilted her head and pursed her lips. “Much.”

      “Why don’t you believe me?” he asked irritably.

      “I don’t know.” She shrugged. “But I’m very curious what you would do for a twenty. Is it something I’ve seen before?”

      Cole stopped moving and slowly stood to his full height as the cold anger seeped through him. “Are you comparing what we had together with this?”

      “Don’t worry.” Angie held up a hand as if it would erase his hurt and frustration. “I get the feeling that there is no comparison. You needed to find excitement elsewhere and this is where you wound up. How could I possibly have competed with this?” She splayed her hands out and gestured at the club.

      “I didn’t leave you for this,” he said through clenched teeth. The anger gripped his chest and he took a deep breath. “I really am a private investigator.”

      “Mmm-hmm. And you needed to infiltrate a strip club? Why? Are the guys jewel thieves by day?” She made a show of looking around her before she leaned forward and stage-whispered, “Is Tiger really an assassin?”

      “I’m investigating the maid of honor.”

      “Say