Free Shock Advised (Kilgore Fire #1) by Lani Lynn Vale

through the man’s mic, as well as Tai’s radio under the dash.
    Tai’s breath caught.
    The officer turned to study me.
    Then he grinned.
    “Alright, boys. Who wants to explain why we had to field calls about the two of y’all drag racing? Normally, it’s the high school boys and girls we have to worry about. Not grown ass adults,” the cop asked.
    Tai got out of the truck and Sam dismounted, the three of them crowding around my window as they spoke, but none of them acknowledging me.
    “It was an accident, officer,” Sam said unconvincingly.
    The officer grunted in reply.
    “So where y’all headed?” The officer asked, leaning against my door just past the mirror, giving me a very clear view of him.
    My heart picked up for a different reason this time.
    Mainly because I was within touching distance of three insanely hot men.
    And I knew I had their attention, even though none of them were directly speaking to me.
    “The Back Porch,” both Sam and Tai said at the same time.
    “What’s going on there?” The red headed officer asked, reaching into his pocket for something and pulling it out.
    It was gum.
    The kind that kids ate with the fruity zebra looking dude on it.
    “Want some? I’m Downy, a friend of Tai’s” he asked, offering me a stick.
    I hesitantly reached my hand forward and took a piece.
    “T-thank you,” I said.
    He winked.
    “There’s a live band. Max was dared to sing, and some of the boys from the band offered to play as his backup,” Sam explained.
    I blinked.
    “You’re shitting me,” Downy said. “How’d you get him to do that?”
    “Wasn’t me. It was actually Lennox, Bennett’s wife,” Tai explained.
    Who was Lennox? Or Bennett?
    “Who’s Bennett?” I asked curiously.
    “Bennett’s a KPD cop. He’s the brother of Payton, Max’s wife,” Sam explained.
    That was clear as mud.
    “And what’s the significance to him singing?” I asked.
    Thirty minutes later I was in awe.
    Downy, the officer I was introduced to finally, was sitting on a stool beside me with his back against the bar.
    Tai was sitting on the opposite side with his arm along my back.
    I was valiantly trying to resist the urge to lean into Tai.
    I wanted nothing more than to have his arm around me, but I didn’t let myself do it.
    It was like I was in high school all over again, as I tried to sneak covert glances at Tai, as well as trying to smell him and strike up conversations with him.
    It didn’t work out so well for me.
    The bar was too dark, so I couldn’t see much of him. It smelled like beer and liquor because a waitress had spilled her entire tray of drinks in front of Tai, Downy and Sam.
    Then she’d proceeded to bend over in front of them, showing off her cute little ass, as she cleaned up the mess.
    I’d just rolled my eyes.
    If only she knew that none of the men even acknowledged her blatant come-ons.
    I had struck out, three for three, seeing as it was too loud in the bar to hear myself chew, let alone hold a coherent conversation.
    But what made up for it was the sexy beast on the stage.
    He had short blondish brown hair and a scar on the side of his face that probably really hurt when he got it.
    His voice, though, was what held everyone’s attention.
    The sheer and utter beauty of his voice had everyone entranced as they listened to him sing Johnny Cash.
    When he slipped into a perfect rendition of The Dance by Garth Brooks, I nearly melted into a puddle of goo like the rest of the ladies in the bar.
    “ Geez ,” I said, my throat starting to clog up.
    My thoughts strayed to Colt.
    When my emotions started to pull me under, Tai’s arm wrapped around my shoulders and pulled me toward him.
    My butt came off the stool, and I let my feet slide to the ground.
    Then, suddenly, Tai had his arms around me and I was breathing in his scent like I’d wanted to do all night long.
    He rested his badly-in-need-of-a-shave face against my forehead and started to sing right along with