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

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    “Who is Bart Fishman?” Spencer asked as he stared out of the window. “I’ve never heard of him.”
    “Me either,” Bear replied as he pulled into the police station. “Are you waiting or coming in?”
    Spencer unbuckled himself. “I’ll come in. I’ve never been inside the police station before.”
    “This isn’t a field trip,” Bear reminded his mate as he closed his door. “I’m here to bail out a knucklehead who ruined my day off with you.”
    Spencer pressed his lips together, which told Bear the man knew something. He stopped walking, grabbing his mate’s arm to stop him. “Spill it.”
    Spencer tried to give him an innocent smile, his eyes blinking rapidly, but Bear wasn’t fooled. He could tell that his little impala was trying to avoid telling him what was going on. His mate’s eyes were darting too quickly as he tried to pull away. “Spill what?”
    “Would you really send me in there not knowing what is going on?” Bear was learning that Spencer needed coaxing in order to spill his guts.
    “Okay!” Spencer tossed his hand into the air, letting out an exaggerated breath. “Johnny told me that Harley was seen in front of the movies with Bailey. They were making out pretty hot and heavy. Damon saw them and went nuts. Damon and Bailey began fighting. But I’ve seen Damon at The Pit with Harley. Johnny has seen Bailey at The Café with Harley, but then we both saw Harley coming in with the cashier from Village Mart.”
    Bear’s head began to hurt. He reached up and began to rub his temples as he tried to sort out what Spencer was telling him. “You gossip a lot with Johnny?” And here he thought his mate needed coaxing. It seemed Bear had a lot to learn about his little impala.
    “After everything I just told you, that’s what you ask?”
    “It seems Harley can’t keep it in his pants,” Bear replied. “I don’t need any further explanations as far as that sordid tale.”
    “We talk on our lunch break,” Spencer admitted.
    So his mate was a gossiper. Bear had another subject he was going to have to talk to his mate about. Gossiping never proved fruitful. It always got the tongue-wagger into trouble. “So Bailey is pissed because he thought he was Harley’s only one?”
    Spencer shook his head. “No.”
    His headache was getting worse. “Why is my guy in jail, Spencer?”
    “He is in jail because he ran into another guy . There is no way he didn’t know about Damon. Heck, the whole town knows. It wasn’t like Harley was trying to hide what he was doing.”
    So Spencer was speculating on why Bailey was in jail. The hard fact was that Bailey was fighting over a guy. That was all Bear needed to know. Bailey was human, so it wasn’t like… “Is Harley a shifter?”
    If he was, he was in a shitload of trouble. If one of the three men was his mate, then the three-timing sack of shit was cheating.
    “No, he’s human.”
    Bear didn’t want to hear any more. The migraine was starting to move to the back of his fucking skull. “Let’s go bail my guy out so I can kick his ass.” Bear prayed to god that Bailey wasn’t in love with Harley. That would only make matters worse. But then again, his actions spoke volumes.
    Bailey loved Harley.
    Bear wanted to string Harley up by his balls for putting him through this mess. Even though he wasn’t the one being cheated on, his day had been ruined. Grabbing his mate’s hand, Bear walked into the station.
    The sound of a phone ringing, people murmuring, and the smell of burnt coffee assaulted him. Bear wanted to get out of here as quickly as possible.
    It took two hours, bail money, and a strong warning from the cops for Bailey to stay away from Damon Myers before Bear walked out with Bailey. The man was sullen, his shoulders deeply slumped as he trailed behind Bear to the parking lot. The human was also sporting a nice shiner under his right eye.
    Finally, Bear couldn’t bite his tongue any