The Bridesmaid's Best Man. Susanna Carr
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his hand away. “Why are you investigating her?”
“I can’t tell you. I’ve already said too much.” He had to keep some things confidential but he wanted Angie to know what he was doing with his life. Despite the fact they were no longer together, he wanted her to be proud of his accomplishments.
She pressed her fingers against her forehead as if she were trying to wrap her mind around the news. “Heidi is not interesting enough to have a secret life.”
“Don’t blow this for me.” He looked over his shoulder. Everyone was still cheering as Tiger and Robin played up to their audience. He didn’t see Heidi in the crowd.
“You already blew your best bet for the night. Heidi wanted a lap dance from you. Why are you wasting your time with me?”
He refused to give a lap dance to Heidi or any other woman in this club. It was different with Angie. “I can’t interrogate her while I’m thrusting in her face.”
“That would require special coordination,” Angie admitted. “But listen, I won’t say anything to Heidi.”
“Thank you.” He stood between Angie’s legs but was reluctant to leave. “One more thing.”
“Oh, my God, what?” She looked upward and groaned with frustration. “I swear this is the longest lap dance in history.”
“What can you tell me about Heidi?” he asked. “What do your instincts tell you?”
Angie’s eyes widened as if she were shocked. “Is this why you came over?” she asked indignantly. “To pump me for information?”
“It’s not the only reason.” He also had to stop her from telling anyone about his work history. But he wasn’t about to mention that to Angie.
“I don’t know much about her,” Angie said through clenched teeth, “But I can tell you that she’s no criminal mastermind.”
“What’s your impression?” He could rely on her opinion. Angie had to figure people out very quickly as a personal trainer.
“She’s shallow. Fake,” Angie stated. “Doesn’t play well with others.”
From the surveillance he’d done, that could describe the bride and the other bridesmaid. “What else?”
“She’s very loyal to Britt— Hey—” she flattened her hand against her chest “—I’m not your informant. If you want to know anything, go give a lap dance to Brittany’s assistant. Cheryl knows everyone and everything about this wedding.”
Cole sighed. There were occasions when he really questioned what he had to do for his job. Think of the end result. You are bringing a family back together. You are giving someone else the happy ending you didn’t get.
“Here.” She thrust her twenty-dollar bill in front of him. “Don’t let me keep you.”
Cole looked at the money and waited. He had called in a lot of favors to masquerade as a stripper for his surveillance, but it had been made very clear that he had to act like the other dancers. No exceptions. “I can’t take it like that. House rules.”
She made a face. “Like there’s a policy?”
“Actually, there is.” He smiled, knowing Angie wasn’t going to like what he had to say. “If you don’t want to put it in my pants, I can take it with my teeth. But first you would have to put it between your—”
“All right! I’ll just give it to you.”
Cole braced his legs and laced his hands behind his head. He leaned back and tilted his hips forward. He watched Angie silently, wondering what her next move would be. He assumed she would be quick, but instead Angie curled her fingers around the waistband of his leather pants.
His muscles clenched as her knuckles rubbed against his hipbone. Cole hissed in a breath as he felt his penis get hard. He wasn’t going to be able to hide his reaction. It would take the last of his self-control not to take her hand and press it against his erection.
Cole closed his eyes, praying for restraint, when a frightened scream ripped through the air. He whirled around and instinctively held Angie back when she jumped from her chair.
“Over there.” Angie motioned at Brittany, who stood by an empty table. The bride-to-be pointed at the floor.
Cole ran forward. He felt Angie right behind him. There was something about that scream that had sent a chill down his spine.
He saw a woman lying on the floor, partially under a table. She was facedown and a tablecloth hid her from the waist up. All he saw were two legs and silver stilettos.
“It’s Heidi,” Angie said.
3
“BACK UP,” ANGIE ordered the women surrounding Heidi. She followed Cole, pushing her way through the crowd. “Give her some space.”
Angie crouched down next to Heidi and watched Cole carefully roll her onto her back. She knew first aid and CPR for her job, but she was glad he was with her. He was calm and in control during times of crisis. She knew she could depend on him.
“Someone call an ambulance,” she called out to the crowd as Cole checked the maid of honor’s airway.
“I’m on it,” Cheryl said as she got her phone out of her tiny purse.
“What do we have here?” she asked Cole. She slid Heidi’s golden bracelet aside so she could check the woman’s pulse. She noticed Heidi’s skin was warm to the touch.
“Airways are clear and she’s breathing.” The relief in his voice was unmistakable.
“Pulse is strong.” Angie addressed the other guests. “What happened? Did anyone see her fall? Did she faint?”
She saw the women shrug and shake their heads. From the murmurs and snatches of conversation, it was clear that no one had seen Heidi after her lap dance. She had her spotlight and then melted back into the crowd.
“Is she on anything?” Cole asked in a low, confidential tone.
“I have no idea.” She had spent a lot of time with Heidi in the past week, but she wasn’t that knowledgeable about the maid of honor.
“I didn’t catch that.” Brittany was at Cole’s side. Her movements were choppy and frantic. “What did you ask?”
“Is she on any medication?” Angie quickly rephrased the question and Cole gave her a look of gratitude.
“How should I know?” Brittany tossed up her hands as her voice rose to a shriek. “Check her purse.”
Angie looked around. The floor was sticky and pink from a spilled drink and a martini glass was next to Heidi’s hand. She found the handbag under the table and opened it. “Cell phone. Credit card. Dollar bills. Lipstick.”
Cole glanced up. “That’s it?”
Angie had thought the same thing. For someone who was as high-maintenance as Heidi, she expected more. At least a bag of beauty products. “I don’t think anything is missing. This purse is too small.”
“Keys? Driver’s license?”
“I don’t think she brought them along,” Angie said. “She took the party bus like the rest of us.”
“We should roll her onto her side.”
Angie knew why Cole suggested that. Heidi could vomit if she was intoxicated or under the influence. They eased her sideways and put her in the recovery position.
To her, it was very obvious how she and Cole still worked in sync. In the past they could share a mere look and understand. Or she could say a word—not a sentence, not even a phrase—and Cole would know what she was talking about. She thought the year apart would