The Bridesmaid's Best Man - Page 8

“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 what?” Her voice went high. “Heidi?”

Cole clapped his hand over her mouth before she said any more. “Yes. And don’t look for her. We can’t let Heidi know we’re talking about her.”

“Heidi,” she repeated against his hand. She pulled his hand away. “Why are you investigating her?”

“I can’t tell you. I’ve already said too much.” He had to keep some things confidential but he wanted Angie to know what he was doing with his life. Despite the fact they were no longer together, he wanted her to be proud of his accomplishments.

She pressed her fingers against her forehead as if she were trying to wrap her mind around the news. “Heidi is not interesting enough to have a secret life.”

“Don’t blow this for me.” He looked over his shoulder. Everyone was still cheering as Tiger and Robin played up to their audience. He didn’t see Heidi in the crowd.

“You already blew your best bet for the night. Heidi wanted a lap dance from you. Why are you wasting your time with me?”

He refused to give a lap dance to Heidi or any other woman in this club. It was different with Angie. “I can’t interrogate her while I’m thrusting in her face.”

“That would require special coordination,” Angie admitted. “But listen, I won’t say anything to Heidi.”

“Thank you.” He stood between Angie’s legs but was reluctant to leave. “One more thing.”

“Oh, my God, what?” She looked upward and groaned with frustration. “I swear this is the longest lap dance in history.”

“What can you tell me about Heidi?” he asked. “What do your instincts tell you?”

Angie’s eyes widened as if she were shocked. “Is this why you came over?” she asked indignantly. “To pump me for information?”

“It’s not the only reason.” He also had to stop her from telling anyone about his work history. But he wasn’t about to mention that to Angie.

“I don’t know much about her,” Angie said through clenched teeth, “But I can tell you that she’s no criminal mastermind.”

“What’s your impression?” He could rely on her opinion. Angie had to figure people out very quickly as a personal trainer.

“She’s shallow. Fake,” Angie stated. “Doesn’t play well with others.”

From the surveillance he’d done, that could describe the bride and the other bridesmaid. “What else?”

“She’s very loyal to Britt— Hey—” she flattened her hand against her chest “—I’m not your informant. If you want to know anything, go give a lap dance to Brittany’s assistant. Cheryl knows everyone and everything about this wedding.”

Cole sighed. There were occasions when he really questioned what he had to do for his job. Think of the end result. You are bringing a family back together. You are giving someone else the happy ending you didn’t get.

“Here.” She thrust her twenty-dollar bill in front of him. “Don’t let me keep you.”

Cole looked at the money and waited. He had called in a lot of favors to masquerade as a stripper for his surveillance, but it had been made very clear that he had to act like the other dancers. No exceptions. “I can’t take it like that. House rules.”

She made a face. “Like there’s a policy?”

“Actually, there is.” He smiled, knowing Angie wasn’t going to like what he had to say. “If you don’t want to put it in my pants, I can take it with my teeth. But first you would have to put it between your—”

“All right! I’ll just give it to you.”

Cole braced his legs and laced his hands behind his head. He leaned back and tilted his hips forward. He watched Angie silently, wondering what her next move would be. He assumed she would be quick, but instead Angie curled her fingers around the waistband of his leather pants.

His muscles clenched as her knuckles rubbed against his hipbone. Cole hissed in a breath as he felt his penis get hard. He wasn’t going to be able to hide his reaction. It would take the last of his self-control not to take her hand and press it against his erection.

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