Tucker suppressed a laugh. Arlo was more mother hen than tough guy when it came to his sister. “Yeah.” He grabbed a beer from the fridge and handed it to Arlo. “She was shaky to start, but she picked it up quickly.”

“She was so nervous this morning. I was nervous for her.”

Tucker had been, too, but for an entirely different reason. Until Friday, he’d never been alone with her in such close quarters. Sure, he’d seen her plenty over the years, gotten to know her, but always in plain sight of people. Hell, in plain sight of the entire fucking town.

That changed when they were in his truck.

And the way she’d devoured that bagel, like it was the holy grail of bagels, had been fucking indecent. He’d had to think of his tax bill to stop his traitorous dick from misbehaving. But there’d been no hope for him when her hand had gripped his thigh.

Not even the thought of a full IRS audit had been enough to stop that hard-on.

Between her nearness, her cupcake aroma, and the way she ate like it was some goddamn erotic art, he was never not going to be nervous when she was in his truck.

“She did fine,” he assured, because thinking about Della eating a bagel with her brother right there was weird. And Arlo could sniff out weird better than anyone he knew.

“I could have taught her,” he muttered as he took a swig of his beer.

“Yeah,” Drew said, his voice heavy with sarcasm. “That’d be a real treat for her.”

Arlo placed his bottle on the bar. “I’m a police officer. I know the rules of the road upside down and back to front. I’m the perfect person for the job.”

“True.” Drew took a mouthful of his beer. “But this way, you get to be her brother, and he”—Drew stabbed a finger in Tucker’s direction—“gets to be the bad guy. Nagging her about her speed and checking her rearview mirror. You get to be the bad guy all day, every day at work, let him do it for a change. Hell, dude, he gets to teach her to parallel park. No one in their right mind wants to teach anyone to parallel park.”

Arlo narrowed his eyes at Drew, then turned them on Tucker. “You get to be the bad guy. Hmm.” He nodded slowly. “I like that.”

Tucker shrugged. “I’m okay with being the bad guy.”