Wilde for Her (A Wilde Security Novel) (Entangled Brazen) Read Online Free PDF Page B

hiding this kind of reaction from her, and the last thing he wanted was to draw attention to it.
    She dropped her hands from his shoulders and spun toward the bar. “Okay, that was weird.”
    Cam winced. Kissing her had been a lot of things, but for him, weird was nowhere on that list. “Yeah. Weird. Right.” He sat down on the stool beside her and took the opportunity to do some below-the-belt adjusting. “I need a shot of something strong. Want a shot?”
    She nodded, but wouldn’t look at him. Goddammit.
    Cam told the bartender to surprise them. Neither he nor Eva said anything more until two blood-red shots landed in front of them a few minutes later. In unison, they picked up the glasses, clinked the rims, tapped the bottoms on the bar, and downed the contents in their usual ritual. Cam caught a nasty whiff of the concoction as he raised it to his mouth, but by the time he realized it was essentially alcoholic hot sauce, it was already down his throat. It scorched his esophagus like liquid fire laced with chili peppers and he gagged.
    “Oh, what the fuck was that?” Eva gasped, sticking out her tongue and breathing like a Lamaze student.
    Tears leaked out of Cam’s eyes and he made a grab for one of the glasses of water the laughing bartender set down in front of them. The water did little to cool the nuclear explosion in his mouth, and he couldn’t form a reply.
    “It’s called a Prairie Fire,” the bartender said.
    “Shit,” Cam managed after gulping down most of the water on one breath. “Why didn’t you warn us, man?”
    The bartender shrugged. “Entertainment. You wanted a surprise.” He hooked a thumb over his shoulder at a list of twelve shots scrawled on a chalkboard. “And not many people order off the specials list.”
    “They don’t, huh?” Eva fished an ice cube out of her glass and slid Cam a challenging sideways glance as she crunched it. Like that, the weirdness of the last few minutes evaporated and she was Eva, his former partner and best friend, again.
    And he knew that look.
    “No.” He held up his hands. “We’re not going there.”
    “Oh, I’m so going there. Betcha won’t try another special .”
    Cam grumbled. Growing up with a twin, two older brothers, and one younger, dares had been a way of life. He’d lose his man card if he ever backed down from a bet, not to mention get razzed from within an inch of his life—and Eva knew this, too. Damn woman.
    But…she was laughing now, which meant she wasn’t thinking about Preston Linz. She was angling for a distraction, and if he had to kill his liver to keep her from beating herself up over that guy, then so be it. “What kind of bet are we talking?”
    “Fifty bucks. We each pick three shots for the other and the first to refuse one loses.”
    “Fine. Do your worst.”
    “I plan on it.” Eva studied the list, then ordered a Four Horsemen at the bartender’s recommendation. The shot look innocuous enough when it arrived. Just a squat glass with dark, goldish-brown liquor in it.
    Eva frowned at it, apparently disappointed that it wasn’t flame red and reeking of hot sauce. “That doesn’t look so bad.”
    Yeah, easy for her to say. She wasn’t the one drinking it. Any shot called the Four Horsemen had to be damn near apocalyptic.
    Cam fortified himself before picking up the glass. He raised it in a toast to her, tapped the bottom on the bar, and with a shake of his head at his stupidity, he knocked it back. And shuddered.
    “Oh. Oh, fuck. It’s like lighter fluid.”
    Eva grinned. “Your eyes are tearing up again.”
    He narrowed his eyes at her, but the glare lost some of its effect since it squeezed a few tears out to roll down his cheeks. He wiped them away with the back of his hand and banged the glass down with a triumphant thunk . “Go ahead and yuck it up now. You just wait.”
    Eva held her hand up, palm out, and curled her fingers twice in a Matrix-style bring it gesture.
    Yeah, it was on. He took