He was topping off Dewey’s beer when Sloane finally found him again. Instead of asking for a drink, she flew behind the bar and right up to his side.

Brady grinned and was about to tell her she better not be expecting special treatment now but then caught her panicked expression.

“I didn’t know Derrick Kennerly was back in town,” she hurried, voice low and panicked. “I also didn’t know he was in here.”

Brady felt his eyebrow rise. He shrugged. “Yeah, he came in with Dewey. They work together. He moved back not too long ago. Why? What’s wrong?”

Sloane placed her hands on each side of her face and dragged them down slowly—though when she answered, it was the fastest Brady had ever heard her talk.

“Remember that really awkward and embarrassing story of how I lost my virginity and how I posted about it on the blog? It was Derrick. He’s the guy on the boat. Oh my goodness. And he just confronted me about the blog post, and I apologized, but he seemed pissed and holy fuck is he going for the microphone?”

The sound of feedback made fifty or so heads turn toward the stage.

Derrick Kennerly sure as shit was at the microphone. And the sonofabitch had turned it on.

“Hey, everyone. This night was fun, right?” Some people cheered; most gave confused mumbles. Brady guessed because of how obviously drunk Derrick was. His words had a deep slur to them, and his body gave an undeniable sway. “Brady and Sloane make the greatest little couple, don’t they? I mean, we all know Brady. He’s kind of a quiet dude, probably goes for the Crimson Tide, and that’s not nothing. But let me tell you something you probably don’t know about sweet Sloane.”

“That’s enough, Derrick,” Brady called out, moving around the bar. It only made the man talk faster.

“She lost her virginity to me and then talked about it on her blog. Sure, she changed the names, but it wasn’t hard for my friends to put it together. And you know what? She conveniently left out the part about how she let one rip on me while we were banging! Bitch was lucky I even finished in the first place!”

Brady’s ears were scorching hot as he reached the stage seconds after Callum bounded across it. A few others stood and tried to help, but Callum handled him with ease. He pulled the cussing Derrick offstage and slung him into Brady’s grasp.

“Looks like we’re cutting you off there, buddy,” Brady growled out. He found Santana and told her to call a cab. There were only two that ran in Arbor Bay, and Brady was going to make sure they took his ass home and nowhere else.