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and Adam in the hot seat with the sheriff was Gwen Harold.
    The sheriff and Gwen had a thing for a while. That was until Gwen did Killian’s and Adam’s things. Not that it should matter. Everybody knew the sheriff wasn’t in love with Gwen, but the man was so stubborn he wouldn’t go after the woman he was in love with. That was Alex’s problem.
    Brandon kept a straight face when he got back to the station house and reported to the other deputies on shift what had happened down at the Bread Box. Killian and Adam might have screwed Gwen, but they’d moved on to Rachel. Rachel wasn’t half as easy as Gwen, and she was proving to be better at torturing Killian and Adam than Alex ever would be.
    “She’s got those two idiots tied up in knots.” Duncan snickered as they all hung out in the deputy locker room.
    Crammed into one of the aisles made by the rows of old lockers, which reminded Brandon of high school, they all clustered around where Brandon stood holding court. That was just like high school, too. High school had been good to Brandon.
    He’d been popular, athletic, and had kept up his grades enough to assure that many young women’s fathers had considered him an ideal catch. What they hadn’t known was that Brandon was wise to the bait. He brought his own condoms and used them religiously because he wasn’t ready for that kind of responsibility.
    “I don’t know, man.” Dylan shook his head. “I wouldn’t want Cole hanging out too close to my woman.”
    “Cole, sure,” Duncan agreed easily. “Everybody knows that man’s got like twelve different women going at once.”
    “I heard he almost got Patton,” Brandon chipped in, sharing a look with Duncan.
    “No!” Duncan broke into a big smile. “You don’t mean the Davis boys’ woman. That Patton?”
    “Uh-huh.” Brandon nodded. “Apparently, he almost made it all the way to home a while back before them boys caught up with the two of them.”
    “I don’t believe that for a moment,” Travis butted in. Hunkered down on the bench that divided two rows of lockers, he was grinning even as he argued with Brandon’s suggestion. “If he’d laid a hand on that girl, those boys would have killed him.”
    “Yeah?” Dylan lifted a brow at that. “Well, I think Cole’s lucky Killian didn’t do him in. Were you here for the scene that happened earlier?”
    “No,” Brandon answered, his curiosity piqued. “What scene?”
    “Oh,” Dylan drew that word out, clearly savoring the moment. “Then you don’t know.”
    “What don’t I know?” Brandon snapped, hating to wait for any good gossip. “Tell me.”
    “Rachel, that girl came storming into the office a while back. Let me tell you, she was lit up like the sun. Pissed as shit.” Dylan laughed as if he’d made a joke.
    He sort of had. The rest of the men certainly found that revelation humorous, including Brandon. Killian was kind of a dick. He liked to strut around, acting like the big man all because he was a couple years older and a few inches thicker than the rest of them. Not that he’d ever done anything in specific to cause or pick a fight. It was just his attitude.
    That attitude came storming into the locker room not but a few seconds later. Killian barely spared them a glance, but his scowl was dark enough to assure that none of them dared to speak up. Instead, they all watched him head over to the sink and start cleaning up. A second later Adam came slamming into the locker room, no doubt looking for Killian.
    He paused to shoot them all a dirty look, along with a pointedly challenging question. “Is there something you wanted?”
    “Nope.” Brandon shook his head but couldn’t shake the smile from it. “We’re cool.”
    “Then why don’t you be cool elsewhere?”
    “Come on, boys.” Duncan shoved off the locker he’d been leaning against and ambled for the door. “I think we were just dismissed.”
     
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    “Is your mom gone?” Gwen asked that