they walked out of the church. Luckily it was just a short walk across the street to Harper’s bar. They were almost at the door when a government SUV pulled up.
“Skye,” Trent said to stop her from walking into the bar. “Agent Castle just arrived.”
The door to the SUV opened and Agent Peter Castle slid out, his suit wrinkled. Not wrinkled as if it had been balled up and thrown in a corner somewhere, but wrinkled from a long day’s work in it.
“I was right,” Karri whispered to Skye who nodded in agreement.
“Right about what?” Trent asked.
“That he’s hot.” Karri fluffed her hair and moistened her lips as she watched the agent cross the street.
Trent looked at him to see what Karri was talking about. Castle was a couple of years older than Trent. He matched Trent’s height of a little over six feet and had dark brown hair cut in that typical agent cut. He was clearly in shape. His face was clean-shaven. With the dark sunglasses that matched the dark suit, Trent could understand why Karri was suddenly standing up straighter and looking at him as if he were sex on a stick.
Trent looked at Skye. Instead of preening for Castle, she appeared nervous. Trent gently squeezed her hand. “It’s okay. He’s a good guy. We all know him and trust him.”
Skye nodded but leaned closer to him. Trent dropped her hand and moved his hand to her waist. She leaned all the way against him and Trent felt her body tremble slightly with nerves.
“Hey, Trent. Sorry if I’m late.”
“No problem. Peter Castle, this is Skye Jessamine and her best friend, Karri Hill.”
Skye held out her hand and shook Peter’s, but Trent noticed that Peter’s eyes had already turned to look at Karri before he even turned to shake her hand too. “It’s nice to meet you both. I was talking to Agent Shaw on my way over here and he’s busy trying to track down any kind of surveillance near your house to see if he can find the man who attacked you.”
“Thank you. I appreciate all he’s doing to find out who’s behind this.” Skye took a deep breath and turned to look up at Trent. “Am I right in that your family and everyone in the bar will want to know what Agent Castle has to say?”
“Heck yeah,” Skeeter snorted as Trent chuckled.
Tinsley bristled. “That’s not true,” she paused, looked at the bar, and cringed. “Okay, so it might be true.”
Trent glanced behind him and saw half his family in the window watching them.
“It’s up to you,” Agent Castle told her and Trent was grateful the agent would do what Skye wanted instead of what his family wanted.
“It’s okay. You and Agent Castle can go to my house and talk if you’d rather make it private.” Trent gave her that option and then left it up to her to decide.
“No, I think I’d rather have everyone hear. They all know why I’m here. This way we can be on the same page.”
Trent pulled the old, thick wooden door of the bar and held it open for the group. He heard the welcome shouts from the patrons, but there was no rush for pictures or even a disruption to whatever debate was going on.
Two tables were filled with his family, and they greeted Skye and Karri as they made room for everyone. Trent headed to the bar and asked Georgina to put Skeeter’s next two drinks on his tab. Skeeter had refused to charge them for the tour so Trent thought this was a good way to repay him.
“In that case,” Skeeter said with a smile as he moved into his regular stool next to Gator and Turtle, “I’ll take some of the good stuff.”
Trent turned back and saw that Karri was seated next to Castle while Skye was next to her and saving a seat for him. When he sat down, Skye and Karri were telling his family about their tour around town.
Agent Castle cleared his throat and focused the attention to Skye. “I’ve talked to Agent Shaw in L.A. Your people are pissed off big time that you brought in the FBI. They’re spinning these leaks to get you some movie role. They’re also pretending they know where you are. So, do they know?”
Skye reached under the table and laced her hand with Trent’s. He rested their clasped hands on his thigh as she shook her head. “No. I haven’t even looked at my