Free Tickle His Fancy: Trident Security Book 6 (Trident Security Series) by Samantha A. Cole Page A

sweat-covered skin and shirt.
Goosebumps appeared on his arms. After he found out what was going on, he’d hit
the showers over in the gym since the Omega team would be using all of the ones
in the bunkrooms upstairs. Colleen stopped them from heading to Ian’s office,
instead, telling them everyone was in the conference room. On the way, Brody
veered off into his war-room and grabbed his cinnamon rolls, taking a huge bite
of one as he walked down the hall and entered the room where everyone else had
gathered.
    He was surprised to see Detective Isaac Webb from Tampa P.D.
with Cal Watts from the local FBI’s SWAT team sitting at the long table with
Devon, Ian, Marco, and Boomer. Webb was a tall, slender black man in his
forties, while thirty-seven-year-old Watts was about four inches shorter at
five foot ten, stockier, and had red hair. The former was wearing one of the
Tampa PD golf shirts the department let their detectives wear in warmer
temperatures, instead of a suit and tie. But Watts apparently was off duty at
the moment, unless the bureau had changed its dress code to include cargo
shorts, Metallica T-shirts, and sneakers.
    Brody wiped his sticky hand on his wet shirt then realized
that was just as bad, so instead he gave them a short wave. “Sorry, guys.
What’s going on?” He took a seat between Boomer and Marco and pulled one of the
laptops in front of him. Whatever was up, he was probably going to need some
intel.
    Before anyone answered, Ian stood and shut the door then sat
back down. There was no mistaking the grim expression on his face. “This stays
in this room for now, but I’m sure it’ll be getting out soon enough. It seems
as though we have a big problem. Cal is here off-the-record.”
    At the others’ curious looks, Cal stated, “Isaac took Jake’s
spot on our Tuesday night basketball games at the ‘Y’ so we know each other
from there. He’ll explain what’s going on.”
    They all knew Jake Donovan had gone to the local YMCA for bi-weekly
games before he’d headed out to San Diego to get the west coast team of Trident
up and running. It had been a win-win decision for everyone to send Jake
because he was in a Dom/sub committed relationship with Ian and Devon’s younger
brother, Nick, who was on SEAL Team Three stationed out there.
    Webb cleared his throat. “Dispatch got a call this morning about
a missing person. A woman who I believe you all know. Heather Davis.”
    Boomer and Devon groaned while Brody rolled his eyes. This
was the “big” problem? Seriously? Heather was the biggest bitch in the world.
When Devon’s wife, Kristen had first come to the club as a guest, she had
gotten into a knock-down, hair-pulling fight with Heather and another sub in
the women’s locker room. The two bitches had been bullying none other than
Trident’s secretary, Colleen, when Kristen had interrupted. At the time,
Colleen had been very timid and shied away from controversy. She also hadn’t
been working for the team back then. Heather and the other sub had already been
on probation for bullying, and their memberships had been revoked that night.
Kristen ended up being dubbed “Ninja-girl”, and a few months later, Colleen had
been hired by Ian, which her Dom/fiancé, Reggie Helm, was grateful for. Even he
had seen the positive changes in his woman. Since they first met, the two women
had become good friends, and Colleen had flourished under the training and
watchful eyes of the Trident employees. She now knew how to defend herself and
even had a concealed weapon license to carry a gun.
    “Knock it off, assholes, and listen to the man.” Ian’s tone
had them all pausing, then sitting up straighter. If they had been in the club,
everyone would have said it was his Dom voice, but in this setting, it was his
“I’m your Lieutenant, and you just fucked up” voice. It was obvious he was
already privy to whatever was going on.
    Webb took over again. “Well, whatever issues you had with