WhiskeyintheGraveyard Romance

Austin saw her, stopped dead in his tracks. He said nothing, his pupils going dark, his gaze sliding over her and coming to rest on the handcuffs.

Somehow, Lexi managed to speak without laughing. “You’re coming with me.”

His eyes narrowed. He leaned against the counter, arms crossed over his chest. “And if I refuse?”

A trill of excitement passed through her. He was playing along. She hooked the cuffs onto the belt, drew out the baton, and slapped it against her palm. Ouch. “Resistance could prove … painful.”

A single eyebrow arched, an amused twinkle in his eyes. But when he spoke, he was all seriousness. “All right, then.”