Page 56 of Beyond the Badge: Crew

“Jesus,” he continued. “I can see your fucking ass cheeks. You’re not wearing that around a crowd of bikers who have no fucking control. Who treat women like shit and think they can do whatever they want to them. You’re not going into that hornets’ nest dressed like that. Especially without backup.”

He sounded like her goddamn father. When she was fifteen. She was now twenty-eight and Crew wassonot her father. “I can take care of myself.”

“Cami—”

Cami?Since when did he use her first name?

She stopped almost halfway up between the first and second floors and turned to find him only three steps down from her. “Crew…”

“Don’t you dare fucking argue with me. I gave you a fucking order, so do it. If you want to go undercover, then do it my way or you won’t be doing it at all.”

Hisway. She gritted her teeth. “Fine. But if it’s okay with you,boss, I want to grab the pool car first so I can head directly to the bar after I go change.”

He sighed. Loudly. Dramatically. Impatiently. “Fine.”

She turned around and continued up the steps, one side of her mouth pulled up. She made sure to emphasize each step up all the way up to the third floor, so he got areallygood look at her ass.

Served him right.

When they reached the top landing, he crowded behind her. Before she could punch in the code, he reached past her to do it.

His arm brushing against her pulled a shiver from her and made her nipples tighten. She ignored her body’s reaction to him being so close. To feeling his heat searing her back. To his breath moving her hair.

With her hand on the doorknob, his words stopped her from turning it. “I’m not sure I want you to go to Hawg Wild by yourself.”

When she turned, they were almost chest to chest with barely inches separating them. “Would you say the same thing to the male members of your team?”

“Yes.”

“No you wouldn’t. Decker went to the Viper’s Den down in West Virginia by himself a few times. As an undercover prospect, he went alone to the Wolf Den many times. Hell, he even drove all the way to the Mexican border with a Demon. He was states away without backup. And he’s just one example. Do you want more?”

Even in the limited light of a single light bulb above the third-floor door, she could see his nostrils flare.

“Did you forget you made me read all of those reports?”

Karma. It was a bitch.

“You know, my father takes a supplement to help his memory. I’ll ask him the name of it and let you know. You could probably use some in your advanced age.”

“Funny,” he muttered.

“You still don’t hear me laughing.”

As soon as they stepped inside, Carl Powers, a state trooper, released a low, long whistle. “Damn, woman. Someone’s got an agenda with that outfit.”

“I’d say,” agreed Don Mullins, the Pittsburgh PD narcotics detective.

“Anything going on I need to know about?” Crew asked sharply.

“I thought you were off,” Powers’ gaze slid from Cami back to Crew. Curiosity filling his expression.

“I am. I was downstairs and figured I’d check on you guys before I head out.”

“It’s actually pretty quiet tonight,” Powers answered, since he was on wiretaps.

“Same,” Mullins agreed. “It’s dead at The Peach Pit. And any Demons who are still vertical at the Wolf Den are only standing around playing pool, throwing darts, drinking and smoking. Pretty fucking boring, if I say so myself.”

“Not your scene?” Cami asked with a grin.

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