Page 86 of Donovan's Men

“They mentioned you have interesting extracurricular activities.”

“Well, I warned you.”

Tyson cocked his head. “Okay, you guys have to loop me in.”

Donovan sighed—a truly long-suffering one at that. “Smith MacLean owns Club Kink.”

Tyson slowly nodded. Yeah, he clearly knew about kink. “Vancouver’s premier kink club?” Unnecessary clarification but, again, this was news to him.

I cocked an eyebrow.

“Hell yes.” Donovan chuckled.

“And I take it you’ve been out to play?”

More silence. “Is there a right way to answer that?” Donovan gave a little chortle. To me, it sounded a little forced.

“You told me you wanted to break Hamish in a cathartic BDSM scene.” Tyson said the words deadpan.

What the hell?“You said the same thing to me.” Because now that this was in the open, I was truly curious.

Donovan’s gulp resounded. “I was high on painkillers—”

“So you didn’t mean it? Because I trust you as a man of your word. If you say something, even while doped up, I believe—” I was ready to keep going. Where, I wasn’t certain. But I’d try.

“Fucking hell, Hamish, of course I want that. You? At my mercy? With Tyson watching—maybe even participating? Oh my God, I want that so badly.” His voice shook. “But I’d neverdo anything you didn’t agree to. If I didn’t make it clear then, I’m making it clear now. And I’d never do it without Tyson’s agreement.”

“Well, we’re a very long way from that.” I said the words dryly.Even if the idea of being at your mercy gives me a thrill.Allie and Smith had been…explicit. On what might take place. I raised my hand slowly—asking permission to speak.

Tyson nodded.

“We, uh, really need to sit down. And talk. Because Tyson’s still risking his job—”

Tyson cleared his throat.

I blinked.

He cleared his throat again.

“Fuck another duck.”

“That’s a lot of duck fucking, Donovan.” I tried for a smile. “Someone might think you’ve got a fetish—”

“What’s up with your job? Tell me you didn’t lose it. How’d they even find out about us? Did you tell your partner? Cole’s no fan of hers.”

Tyson’s expression read pure shock as his mouth opened. “Mariah…” He swallowed. “Mariah suggested I not tell my sergeant. But secrets have a way of coming out at the worst potential moments. With you in the limelight—”

“I’m not famous.”

“Donovan, you were on the red carpet for the Golden Globes. I know you want to act like you’re an everyman, but you’re not—and pretending otherwise would be naïve on all our parts. Better to just lay everything out.”

“And?” No missing the impatience.

“Two weeks’ suspension without pay and a visit to the psychologist—”

“I want to be there.”

Tyson chuckled. “Oh, I’m sure you would.” He eyed me. “But no. This is something I have to do on my own. But—” He frowned. “I’ll share everything with both of you. Together.”