Page 46 of Risky Desires

She cocked her eyebrow. “That’s not me agreeing.”

“Sounded like it to me, Captain Bossy Boots.”

She threw her head back in a laugh that made her stunning boobs bounce. “All right, one drink, and it’s your treat.”

“Deal.” I offered my hand.

She playfully smacked it away. “Don’t expect me to hold back on telling you all the reasons I think cops are assholes.”

I grinned back at her. “Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“Careful what you wish for, Kingsley.”

“Yeah? I already told you—you don’t know me.”

“And you don’t know who you’re dealing with.” She thumped my arm and marched away.

“Just so you know . . . I love a challenge, Captain Bossy Boots.”

Giggling, she stepped onto the bridge. Behind the windshield, she studied a few gadgets before she clutched the steering wheel and turned it a fraction.

I waved.

She flashed the bird at me.

Progress.

As the lights of Rosebud grew brighter in the distance, I rang Aria.

“We’re about an hour away from Rosebud Wharf,” I said.

“Good. Any issues?”

“None. But I’m still getting that feeling.” The beat of a chopper thumped in the distance. A helicopter was aiming straight for us. “I’ve got a chopper heading toward us. Is that Levi?”

“Shit. No, Billie is still in labor. Levi is with her in hospital.”

“It’s headed straight for us.”

“Son of a bitch,” Aria hissed.

I sprinted to the bridge.

“What’s wrong?” Indiana’s eyes flared.

“A chopper is inbound.” As I pointed toward it, a massive floodlight came on beneath the cockpit.

“What does it look like?” Aria asked.

“It’s too far away to see yet.”

The powerful beam tracked across the water like a glowing sword.

“What the fuck’s going on?” Old Smithy charged into the room like a wounded beast, carrying a half-empty bottle of whiskey.

“We’ve got company,” I said.

“No shit. I’m not blind.” He glared at me. “Who is it?”