He reached up, slid a martini glass from the rack above his head, and placed it next to her piña colada. Smiling, Della picked the glass up, brought it close, stuffed her balled-up underwear into it, and pushed it back across the bar until it was sitting halfway between them.

Tucker frowned as he looked down into the glass. “Are they…” He glanced up, dropping his voice. “Are those your panties?”

Della nodded, feeling pretty damn proud of her daring. “Yup.”

His nostrils flared as he stared at them before returning his gaze to her face. Leaning forward on his elbows, he whispered, “Della Munroe. Are you commando under that skirt?”

“That’s for me to know and you to find out.”

He swallowed. “Jesus.”

“You didn’t know you were creating a monster, did you?” she said with a smile.

Opening his mouth to confirm it, he was interrupted by Drew. “Good idea, barkeep. I’ll have a martini.”

Tucker snatched up the glass, and Della stifled a laugh.

“Dirty.” Drew grinned at Della and waggled his eyebrows. “The only way to drink them.”

He got himself comfortable on the stool to her left as Tucker took the glass down to the end of the bar and opened the under-counter dishwasher. She watched as he discreetly stuffed her panties in his back pocket and dumped the glass into the machine, shutting the door.

“Hey, Della,” Drew greeted, bright and cheery, absolutely nothing at all like Tucker’s much more loaded hey.

“Hi.” Della smiled at him, taking a sip of her piña colada. She’d always liked Drew. The fact he was aware of the relationship between her and Tucker and seemed to approve made her like him even more.

Tucker arrived with a beer, plonking it in front of Drew as he blasted Della with a look that told her his hands were under her skirt at the very first opportunity.

“That’s not a martini.” Drew looked down at his drink.

“Correct,” Tucker said, his voice tight.

Drew leaned in toward her and dropped his head to the side. “What’s wrong with him?”

Mimicking his pose, Della also leaned in, her lips pressed together to stop from smiling too big. “I think he’s a little…flustered.”

“Ah.” Drew looked from Della to Tucker and back to Della again. “You two were talking dirty before I arrived.”

“Yes,” Della confirmed.

“No,” Tucker denied.

Drew laughed as they spoke on top of each other. “Would you like me to leave?”

“Yes,” Tucker confirmed.

“No,” Della denied.

He laughed again as their voices clashed once more. “Aww. You two are so damn cute.”

Tucker rolled his eyes, but Della’s heart pitter-pattered at the thought of being one half of a cute couple. She shouldn’t let it do that, but it was hardly under voluntary control. “Ignore him,” she said. “Stay. Tell me about your day.”