Love you to Death by Shannon K. Butcher

an empty spot along the wall. He maneuvered Elise so she had her back to the wall and put his back to the crowd to keep them from bumping into her.
    There wasn’t a lot of space, and they stood close enough that they could hear each other over the music. So close he could smell the sweet fragrance of her perfume and the underlying scent of warm woman. “What lead?”
    “One of the guys I danced with says he remembers seeing Ashley here Friday. He said she was with a man, and she left with him before the party really got started.”
    That would all fall in line with what they knew—she’d left before midnight.
    “Did he know the guy’s name?” asked Trent.
    “No. And he didn’t really remember what he looked like since he was so busy staring at Ashley. But he said that they have cameras all over this place, especially in the parking lot. I thought we might be able to get a look.”
    “We should tell Bob. Let him get a search warrant.”
    “What if they retape over old recordings? I don’t want to wait that long and take a chance that we might lose the evidence.”
    “If something happened to her and we find evidence, it might not be admissible in court.”
    “I don’t care about that. I only care about finding Ashley.”
    Trent knew she’d change her mind about court if Ashley had been hurt, or worse, but the desperation glowing in her pale eyes made it impossible to fight her. Not to mention the fact that finding a lead sooner might actually prevent the worst from happening. “I’ll go talk to the bartender.”
    “Let me do it. I’m less intimidating.”
    “I’m not going to intimidate him.”
    She raised her brow. “You may not try to, but you probably will. Besides, you catch more flies with honey. And cleavage.”
    Against his will, Trent’s eyes dropped to the low neckline of her dress. It wasn’t as scandalously low as the back, but it was low enough. He could see the swell of her breasts, gleaming with moisture. Whether it was the sweat of fear from being swept away by the asshole, or her body heating from all the dancing she’d done, he wasn’t sure. What he was sure about was that it made her glow like a beacon, trapping his gaze.
    The bartender had no hope.
    “Right. Honey.” Sweet and sticky, begging Trent to taste.
    His mouth had gone dry and he desperately needed another drink anyway. Time to hit the bar.
    Trent cleared a path the best he could. Elise clutched the back of his shirt, pressing herself against his spine to avoid being swept away by another asshole. He could feel the swell of her breasts brush against him every few steps, and remembered just how nice they’d felt against his chest, too. If he ever got the chance to have her pressed up against a wall again, he was going to take the time to enjoy it.
    His dick swelled and twitched below his belt, and he quickly moved his thoughts elsewhere before he got carried away and had to face Elise with an embarrassing hard-on. He wasn’t sure who it would be more embarrassing for, but he wasn’t exactly dying to find out.
    Like the rest of the place, the bar was crowded, and there wasn’t an empty seat to be had this time, so Trent found them a relatively open spot between two men. Nothing like being surrounded by burly guys to show off just how sweet and sexy Elise was.
    Honey
. He was dying to watch her go to work on this guy, while simultaneously dreading it. He didn’t like the idea of her using her body to get information, but even more, he didn’t like the idea of her doing it with a guy who dyed his chest hair and oozed slimy intentions.
    Trent felt the change in her demeanor as she shimmied up between the seated men. Her movement went from a form of locomotion to something more silky and fluid. She gave each man flanking her a coy smile, then turned that smile on the bartender.
    He sloshed some vodka into a glass and shoved it in the general direction of the customer who’d ordered it. The whole while, he was leering at