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desk to pace around her living room.
    Seth lowered his face closer to hers. “Don’t think we wouldn’t do that if you were in trouble.”
    She didn’t think that for a second. “Don’t you guys have a job or something?”
    Joe came back, carrying a shirt. “Thought you said you weren’t dating anyone.”
    She looked up to see Wes’s shirt, which she had left on the couch. With a deadpan expression, she said, “I’m not. I just have sex with a different man every night and steal their shirts. But I don’t date them.”
    Joe blinked like someone had suddenly turned a strobe light on him.
    Seth choked on his coffee.
    Holly said, “Any other questions? Or do you think I can go to work now? I need to drop that shirt off to the man I borrowed it from and then do some surveillance.”
    Joe tossed the shirt at her. “Surveillance for your new case? What’s the case about?”
    Holly caught the shirt and set it on the desk. “A cheater. I’m getting evidence so the man can invoke a clause in his prenuptial that will seriously reduce the wife’s payout in the divorce.”
    â€œDomestics can get ugly,” Seth reminded her as he walked back from getting a third donut.
    â€œThis one is pretty basic. Except the husband had the wrong man. But I found the right one last night.” Holly caught them up on the book club. She explained about Tanya and Cullen. “I staked out her car last night.” Glancing at her notes, she read, “Cullen dropped Tanya off at her car in the public parking lot behind the bookstore at ten-thirty P . M . The two of them played tongue hockey for fifteen minutes, then Tanya got in her car and drove away at ten-forty-five. I followed her home and watched her go inside the house. I stayed another twenty minutes, but she appeared in for the night. I’ll have all the photos and reports I need on this one inside of a week or so. They aren’t even hiding the affair.”
    Seth said, “Standard boring stakeout stuff. Let’s talk about the dinner with this bookstore owner. You ended up with his shirt how?”
    Holly just shook her head at her brothers. What had she expected? They were men. “I held my gun on the bookstore owner and made him take his shirt off. It’s my hobby. And if you two don’t leave, I’m going to get my gun and start shooting.”
    Joe picked up his coffee cup and looked at Seth. “I think we should leave before she gets in a bad mood.”
    Seth laughed. “Ever seen her in a good mood?”
    Joe studied her. “Now that would be scary.” Grinning, he lifted his cup. “I’m taking my coffee with me.”
    Holly waved him away. “Whatever. You both still owe me a hundred bucks. Don’t think I’ve forgotten!”
    Joe looked back at her. “We said six years.”
    Holly narrowed her gaze. “You said five! You said I wouldn’t last five years as a cop. I lasted five and a half years!” Her brothers had predicted that Holly was too much of a rule-breaker—as she remembered them saying, “a kick-ass rule-breaker” —to deal with the rules and regulations that govern a police officer’s actions.
    Joe shook his head. “Six. But math never was your strongest subject, now was it, Holly?” He turned and strode out the door, with Seth following behind.
    She waited until the door closed before she smiled. They’d had this same argument for years, ever since Holly quit the sheriff’s department and started her PI agency. But her brothers knew how much her PI agency meant to her. They knew she had nothing else—and she never would. Any dreams she might have once had about a husband and family…
    Holly shut down that train of thought. The O’Man’s blog was still up on her computer screen. She looked it over and got the gist of it—a knuckle-dragger bragging that