NiceGirlsDo by Marilyn Lee Page A

have a one-night stand or is there something more between you?”
    “What?”
    “I know you did more than hold her hand. You want to tell me how much more so I know what I'm dealing with?”
    “Fuck off, Damien!” He broke the connection and turned off his ringer. He sat back in his seat, resisting the urge to order a drink. He was there to see that Amber had a good time without getting into trouble, not to drink.
    He sat staring into the distance without actually being aware of his surroundings until Amber returned to the table some time later. She leaned down and linked her arms around his neck. “What's wrong, Clay?”
    “Nothing's wrong.”
    She kissed his cheek before slipping into the seat opposite his. “While I was dancing, Damien called on my cell phone. He said you weren't answering your cell and asked me to tell you he wouldn't touch her.”
    Clay swallowed a lump of relief. He was going to need to handle his Darbi problem soon.
    Amber tilted her head. “Who isn't he going to touch and why should you care? Are you two still sharing women?”
    He narrowed his gaze. “What makes you think we share women?”
    She tossed her head, sending her long, blond hair flying around her pretty, golden brown face. “I know about Cami.”
    Damn. Could this night get any worse? Instead of denying there was anything to know, he spoke in a low, cool voice. “Let me make myself perfectly clear, Amber. I have no intentions of discussing who I may or may not sleep with, with you.”
    She shrugged. “You don’t have to. I know you and Damien are both sleeping with her.”
    How the hell had she learned of the unique relationship he and Damien shared with Cami? “Did you hear what I just said? My love life is none of your business.”
    Her dark green eyes spat angry sparks. “But you can ask me who I've been sleeping with and expect me to answer truthfully?”
    “Damn right. I'm your big brother ... the one who might have to kick a few asses if I catch some knucklehead mistreating you.”
    The annoyance vanished from her gaze and she smiled. “I hate when you do that.”
    “Do what?”
    “Say something to make me want to throw my arms around your neck and kiss you! I hate when you give me your I'm-your-big-brother-and-you-know-I-love-you speech.”
    “Why?”
    She sighed. “Because I always know you mean it.”
    He nodded and reached across the table to capture her hand in his. “I do mean it.”
    She nodded. “I know.”
    “Good.” He released her hand. “So tell me about this Paul who has Mom so worried.”
    She sighed and tugged at her hand. “This isn't the time or place. I want to have fun ... not talk about some ... knucklehead who is dealing.”
    “Dealing? Drugs?”
    She lowered her gaze to the table.
    Damn. Just what he needed -- to have to worry about keeping a drug dealer away from her.
    She raised her gaze to his. “I didn't know what he was into when we started dating.”
    He nodded. One of her most endearing qualities was her innate honesty. “And when you found out?”
    “I freaked. He tried to tell me it wasn't a big deal, because it was just some occasional weed, but ...” She shook her head. “Drugs are drugs.”
    “Is he likely to be dangerous?” 
    “Dangerous? Paul? No! He's very gentle, Clay.”
    “A gentle drug dealer? How likely is that, Amber?”
    “Don’t make him sound like some big time drug lord. It really was just a little weed. He's not dangerous, Clay.”
    He sure as hell hoped not. “Did he know you were coming to the States?”
    She shook her head after a noticeable pause. “No.”
    So he did know. “Does he know it's over? Is he likely to come looking for you?”
    She shrugged. “He ... has a thing for me, Clay so I don't know. I know this is a pain for you and Damien, but ...” She trailed off, her lips trembling.
    He smiled and recaptured her hand. “It's okay, honey. We'll deal with whatever we have to.”
    She squeezed his hand. “I ... don't want him hurt,