Free Heat Rising [Brac Village 5] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) by Lynn Hagen Page A

he shook his head. “That’s soy sauce.”
    Johnny was so confused. Wasn’t that the same thing? He pushed the funny burger from his mind as he turned toward Spencer. “Did you get into trouble with Bear?” he asked as he grabbed a chip from the open bag on the counter. Bear and Hawk were on the back porch, talking man stuff. Things like race cars and what Bear did for a living.
    Boring.
    “No. Bear just made me promise not to lie to him again.”
    Johnny giggled as he glanced out of the window over the sink, making sure Hawk wasn’t listening. “I got spanked.”
    “Hawk punished you?” Spencer asked incredulously.
    “It was my idea,” Johnny bragged. “I kept telling him that I wasn’t going to be chained down to his rules, so my mate kept slapping my ass. Of course, he did other things as well that made my toes curl.” He winked at Spencer, slapping his chest with pride. “He thinks he is punishing me, but he has no idea that I’m enjoying every second of it.”
    “You are truly twisted, my man.” Spencer grabbed the plate and headed for the door. Johnny grabbed his friend’s arm and pulled him back. “Did you hear about Harley?”
    Hawk said that Johnny gossiped too much. That wasn’t true. Johnny just heard things and passed on the information. If things were done out in public, then he wasn’t the only one who knew—and probably wasn’t the only one to wag his tongue about it either.
    “No.” Spencer set his plate down. “What happened?”
    He thought about teasing his friend, but this was just too juicy to keep to himself. “Bailey and Damon got into a fistfight down at the movie theater. Damon said he didn’t care about what Harley was doing, but apparently Bailey had spotted them smooching in front of the movie theater. It took two units of cops to break them apart.”
    “Pretty baby!”
    Drat.
    Hawk had heard him . Dang the man and his superior hearing . Johnny quickly leaned forward, cupping his hand at Spencer’s ear. “They are both sitting in jail.” He turned toward the screen door. “Coming, Hawk!”
    Maybe he would get another spanking.
    Johnny smiled to himself as he walked out.
     
    * * * *
     
    Bear strode out onto the front porch, his eyes zeroing in on the campaign sign that was shoved into his lawn. Who in the hell was Bart Fishman? Whoever the man was, he was running for mayor.
    He wondered if Maverick knew about this. Stepping off the porch, Bear plucked the sign up and tossed it into the back of the borrowed truck. He would dispose of it when he went to work.
    His day off was ruined. Bear had to go get Bailey out of jail for fighting in front of the movie theater. What an idiot. If Bear wasn’t so shorthanded, he would leave the man to rot in jail.
    But that only left Travis and Reno. Bear couldn’t do that to the two men. He couldn’t wait until Sampson and Flint started work on Monday. Maverick had told him that Bear wanted to hire a few more people aside from the two already starting.
    That was fine by Bear. He needed the extra men.
    “I’m ready,” Spencer said as he walked out onto the porch, “although I’m protesting stopping by The Pit. Can’t you talk to Priest?”
    “I’m staying out of that,” Bear said as he opened the passenger door. “The last time I talked to your boss, I was ready to deck him.”
    “You’re still trying to make me be an adult,” Spencer said with a pout as he buckled his seat belt. “I’m highly protesting this decision of yours. I like being rebellious and playing hooky. I don’t get to do it very often.”
    “Poor baby.” Bear chuckled as he closed the truck door. And here he thought he was dealing with a very timid man. Spencer was proving that notion wrong. But Bear liked the little wild streak in his mate. He just prayed that the guy was never caught in another situation like he had been in yesterday.
    Talk about shaving one hundred years off of his life.
    Bear drove into town, noticing more and more of those