Except that conjured up all kinds of ways he could be bad, and Tucker could feel her hand on his thigh again. It had been so unexpected he’d actually felt it like a jolt to his chest, and for a crazy moment he’d wanted to cover her hand and shift it higher and higher so she could feel what her touch did to him. He’d wanted to grab her and haul her on top of him until she was straddling his thighs and push his hands into her hair and kiss her mouth deep and wet while he stuck his hands inside her panties and made her moan until she came her brains out.

But that was never going to happen. Besides the obvious reasons for keeping his distance, it didn’t take a shrink to understand Della needed a slow hand. Not a quick grope in a pickup.

“You told her I liked Rapunzel?”

“Yeah.” At Arlo’s grimace, he said, “What? We got talking about Disney princesses.”

“Now she’s giving me shit about having a thing for damsels in distress.”

Drew laughed. “You do.”

Arlo scowled. “I do not.”

“Bro, just take it.” Drew clapped Arlo on the shoulder. “You lost your leg rescuing a woman from a flooding car.”

“And you kicked down Della’s door and rescued her from her fortress,” Tucker added, although it had apparently been a shitty backwoods hovel and not a thorny tower. “Face it. You’re a damsel magnet.”

“Fuck’s sake, I’m a cop,” he grouched. “Damsels find me. And anyway, you’re supposed to be concentrating on driving.”

“Jesus.” Tucker shook his head. “It was before we started the lesson. And it beat the alternative topic of conversation.”

“Oh yeah? What was that?”

“Big dick energy.”

Arlo almost choked on his beer. “What?”

“She was having some trouble with Tinder acronyms.”

“Holy shit.” Drew thumped the bar as he let out a huge belly laugh. “You had to tell her what BDE was?”

“Yup.” Tucker nodded. “Among other things.”

Arlo shuddered. “Better you than me, man. Thanks.”

Tucker gave a dismissive shrug. “Sure.”

“And thanks for agreeing to be her wingman with the whole Tinder thing. I feel better knowing you’re helping her out. In fact…” Arlo put down his beer and eyed Tucker speculatively. “What are the chances you can get every second Friday off from here and go with her to Denver?”

Oh man. Tucker stared at Arlo. This was not good. “Well…I own the place, so I can get off whenever I want, but…” He did not want to do this.

“Please, dude. I’d owe you big time.”

Tucker was pretty sure Arlo would not be saying that if he knew the secret desires Tucker was harboring for Della.