Free Deadly Deception by Alexa Grace

equally sequined flared pink tank and sighed.  Why a pregnant woman would wear those shoes was beyond her and she had hovered over Anne every time she moved an inch all night for fear that she'd fall.  When they entered the bar, she was relieved to see Michael.  She was passing the baton.  He could play helicopter and hover over Anne for the rest of the night.
     
    They’d had an amazing time at the concert and were sorry when it ended.  Frankie had played the latest Lady Gaga CD all the way back and was looking forward to relaxing with Anne and Michael before she headed home.  Besides, she and Anne had a major craving for non-alcoholic strawberry daiquiris, hot artichoke dip with chips, and then maybe a scrumptious slice of Godiva chocolate cheesecake.
     
    They spotted Michael at the bar talking to someone so they waded through the crowd to get to him.  As they approached him, Frankie noticed the "someone" was Lane Hansen and her heart slammed against her chest so hard she nearly stumbled.  Her gaze locked with Lane’s and a spark of heat flashed between them.
     
    Being within a city block of Lane Hansen was an extremely bad idea.  She should turn around and walk right out of this bar and go straight home.  But she didn't.
     
    Michael pulled Anne into his arms and kissed her as she gushed about the concert.  He then hailed a waitress who found them a booth.  Michael took one look at Frankie who was pretending not to gaze at Lane; and one look at Lane who was trying not to stare at Frankie and made a decision.  It was a decision that would probably earn him a kick under the table later from his wife, but he ran with it. 
     
    "Lane, we've got a booth.  Come join us for some junk food and a couple of beers."
     
     
     
    As they headed to the booth, Frankie walked in front of Lane so he gave her a once-over. She wore a snug white knit cami under a short black leather jacket, along with black jeggings tucked into black boots with four-inch heels.  At five feet ten inches, with big, brown eyes and full sensuous lips, she looked sizzling hot, and every man in the place was fixated on her.  A blast of lust hit him so hard it was a wonder he could even walk.
     
    As the evening progressed, Lane watched Frankie drink strawberry daiquiris and shared her hot artichoke dip and chips.  When it came time to share the Godiva chocolate cheesecake, he and Michael passed while Frankie and Anne devoured the dessert.  They talked non-stop about the concert and Lane began to relax and actually enjoy himself because Frankie was.  She animatedly told stories and she laughed.  And when she did, it was one of the most delightful things he'd ever heard or seen.  Her entire face lit up when she laughed and the sound of it was so contagious, you had to laugh, too.  Anne sent Michael to the deejay with requests for Lady Gaga songs a couple of times.  When they played, she and Frankie sang along and danced — more like wiggled — in their seats as he and Michael watched with enjoyment.  In their line of work finding justice for victims, day in and day out; it felt good to be around happy people for a change.
     
    It was amazing to be sitting this close to Frankie period.  The booth was small so she was pressed up against him and he could feel her heat through his jeans.  Her scent of fresh flowers and woman was making him a little crazy.
     
    It seemed Michael had a song request of his own.  As the deejay played "Lady in Red", he helped Anne slide out of the booth and led her to the dance floor.
     
    Lane immediately saw the opportunity he'd been waiting for, but there was just one thing wrong with the plan.  It was the dancing part.  It wasn't that he was a bad at dancing, he sucked at it.  He was six feet five inches and 230 pounds of solid muscle and putting himself on the dance floor with others was as dangerous as having a rhino in a china shop.  Accidentally crushing the delicate bones in his partner's feet