Chapter 12
CHAPTER 12
A fter a long morning of tense phone calls and delicate negotiations for an arms deal in Saudi Arabia, Mac wanted nothing more than to come home to a quiet house, a late lunch, a smoky scotch, and a good blowjob.
He frowned, slamming the car door shut as he strode up the walkway. Since when had the blowjob factored into his plans for a solitary evening at home?
Since your fake fiancée turned out to be more than a simple business associate .
Goddammit, he couldn’t lose focus here. He had a deal to close and a girl to protect. It wouldn’t do to let sex addle his brain.
Mac adjusted his sunglasses and pushed his way through the front door, ready to make a beeline for his favorite chair on the veranda. He was pretty sure he’d stashed that new bottle of Laphroaig in the liquor cabinet, and maybe Maria had left a bowl of those chili-roasted almonds with?—
“Hey, bro! Long time, no see!”
Mac stopped in his tracks as his younger brother, Grant, marched through the foyer, beaming like a kid with a new bike. A really big kid with an even bigger new bike, probably a goddamn Harley.
Grant’s military buzz cut looked shorter than normal, and though he wasn’t in uniform, everything about him screamed Marine. Grant grabbed him in a bear hug and Mac hugged back stiffly, surprised how thrilled he was to see his stupid kid brother. He clapped Grant on the back and tried to remember the last time they’d been in the same room together. Much too long.
Mac squeezed him harder. “What the hell are you doing here?”
“Good to see you, too, asshole.” Grant pulled back and grinned at him.
Mac grinned back. “Fuck off.”
“Nothing like the sound of brotherly love between my sons.” They turned as their mom walked into the room, gesturing toward the soap dispenser at the kitchen sink. “Don’t think for a moment you’re too big for me to turn you over my knee or wash your mouths out with soap.”
Grant reached out and grabbed their mom, pulling her into a one-armed hug as he jerked Mac close with the other arm. It was more physical affection than Mac generally cared for, but he had to admit there was something pleasant about the awkward three-way huddle.
Mac’s mind veered a little at the word three-way, and he thought about Kelli and the handcuffs and everything else he’d like to do with her before this silly fake engagement was over.
He pulled back from the hug, not sure he should be thinking about sex with his mom and baby brother so close. “Seriously, Grant—what are you doing here?”
“I had a week of leave, so a couple buddies and I planned a surf trip to Cabo. When mom called to say you were getting married, I figured I was close enough to come see this for myself. Congratulations, bro.”
“Uh—thanks. Thank you.”
“What the hell, man? Were you planning to tell me?”
Grant gave him a wink, his back turned discretely to their mother.
He’s talked to Sheri. He knows this isn’t real, but he’s playing along .
Mac felt unfathomably relieved, grateful both for the extra layer to his cover and for the extra set of eyes to watch over Kelli. He knew he could count on his brother for both discretion and protection.
“Sorry about that,” Mac said. “We—uh—fell for each other, and we wanted to surprise everyone. Speaking of which, where’s my beautiful bride?”
“She’s out on the veranda with her laptop,” his mom said. “I asked her where the two of you had registered, and she told me you hadn’t taken care of that. We have a lot of family that will be asking me those questions, MacArthur.”
He frowned. “What questions?”
“About gifts, of course.” She grabbed his arm. “Come on, you need to be part of this, too.”
“I do?”
His mother shook her head in exasperation and began towing him toward the back of the house. Mac followed, shooting a longing glance at the liquor cabinet and his favorite chair on the other side of the patio. Resistance was futile with his mother, so there was no point in putting this off.
Grant fell into step behind them, laughing his ass off.
His mom dragged him outside, where Kelli was parked at a patio table staring blankly at a laptop screen. A sunny curl had fallen over one cheek, and she wore a pink-and-white striped dress with little ties on the shoulders. He thought about grabbing one of those ties and tugging, baring her shoulders and breasts for him to devour.
Maybe not with his mom and brother watching.
Kelli looked up as he approached and gave him a pleading look.
Help , she mouthed and Mac felt a twinge in his groin at the memory of where that mouth had been.
Stella smiled and rested her hand on Kelli’s shoulder. “Are you finding what you need on the Williams-Sonoma site, dear?”
“I don’t really know where to start,” Kelli replied, giving Stella a bewildered look. “I’m not really much of a cook.”
“Well how about the two of you sit down together and make some selections?”
Not waiting for a response, she pushed Mac into a chair beside his befuddled looking bride. Kelli leaned up and kissed him, a chaste peck that still managed to send all the blood rushing from his brain to his groin.
“Okay then,” Kelli said, turning back to the laptop. She scrolled the mouse down the page, her eyes widening as she clicked something silver and oblong.
“Wow, they have vibrators on this site? I thought it was just kitchen crap. Check it out, it has a stainless-steel drive shaft, fifteen speeds, a control grip, and a special setting for whipping and emulsifying.” She looked at Mac, a salacious grin on her sweet face. “I’m not sure what emulsifying is, but I’m willing to give it a shot if you are.”
“I’m game.”
Behind him, Grant snorted. Their mother made a tsking sound and leaned down to peer at the screen. “Emulsifying is the blending of two immiscible liquids.”
Mac shrugged and looked at Kelli. “I’m down with that.”
“You two are hopeless,” his mom said, smacking him on the back of the head. “I’m talking about things like oil for salad dressing—you’re looking at an immersion blender, dear.”
Grant burst out laughing, while Kelli shrugged and clicked off the page, her cheeks pinkening only a little as Stella watched the screen over her shoulder. Mac reached for the mouse, grazing her hand as he took control of browsing. “What is this thing with the probes and the timer?” he asked, clicking a photo. “It looks like a bomb-making device. That could be handy.”
“It’s a meat thermometer,” Kelli said, her eyes scanning the words on the page. She laughed and looked up at him with another salacious smile. “It does say it has a sturdy meat probe.”
Grant was practically rolling on the ground, and Kelli reached under the table to give Mac a discrete squeeze through his pants, mouthing the words meat probe as his mom wiped tears of laughter from her eyes and made a halfhearted effort to appear composed and unamused.
“How about we look at knives,” Mac suggested, clicking the mouse again. “This Shun Kaji Hollow-Ground Santoku knife looks impressive. Check this out, the blade is constructed with a core of SG-2 powdered steel clad in a true Damascus layer of forged nickel and stainless steel.”
“Wow,” Grant said, stepping in behind them. “Is that a ten-inch blade on that bad boy? You could do some serious damage with that.”
“How about a pot rack?” Kelli offered, wrestling the mouse away from him. She clicked a few links before she found what she wanted. “This one has a hammered-steel grid and frame with eighteen straight hoots and two extension hooks. It looks like a very nice rack.”
“It does look like a very nice rack,” Mac agreed, staring down the front of her dress.
His mother smacked him on the back of the head again, and Mac tore his eyes off Kelli’s rack to look back at the monitor. The screen displayed some sort of bizarre knife with a long, curved blade and a thick wooden handle.
“I’m not sure what a Double Mezzaluna is,” he said, “but judging from the blade on that thing, I wouldn’t want to meet someone carrying it in a dark alley.”
“No worries, you’d just whip out that stainless-steel bagel cutter and lop the guy’s nuts off,” Grant offered, pointing at another pane on the monitor. “Or how about that egg slicer down there at the bottom? That thing would make a great weapon if you put the right body part in there.”
Kelli stood up and flipped the laptop shut, clapping her hands together as she smiled at Stella. “How about we call it a day on the wedding registry, shall we?”
Mac nodded and got to his feet. “Considering all we’ve done is look at sex toys, bomb-making supplies, and weapons, I think our work here is done.”
Stella shook her head and swatted at him again. Mac could tell she was trying to look disdainful, but she wasn’t even close. Her fondness for all three of them was apparent in the way she looked from him to Kelli to Grant and back to him again.
“You two are perfect for one another, you know that?” she said. “Horrible, but absolutely perfect for each other. Speaking of which, have you given any thought to engagement photos?
“Engagement photos?” Mac frowned. “I think we’d rather keep this more low-key.”
His mother put an arm around Kelli and gave a motherly smile. “Don’t be silly. Engagement photos don’t have to be anything fancy. Just something simple to include with your announcements.”
Kelli shrugged and looked at him with those big turquoise eyes. “I can ask our wedding planner about photographers. I guess we ought to do that soon, huh?”
There was a tinge of guilt in her expression, and Mac felt his gut twist. Choosing a fake fiancée with close ties to his family had seemed like a smart idea when the whole thing was confined to a few secretive weeks in a foreign country. But having his mom here made things tricky. He knew Kelli hated lying to his her, and he wasn’t wild about having another loved one in the middle of a dangerous situation.
How the fuck had this gotten so complicated?
“I have an idea,” his mom said, jarring him from his grim thoughts. “Grant, you’ve always had a talent for photography. Didn’t you just say you got a fancy new camera?”
Grant shrugged and looked at Mac. “Sure. Matter of fact, the light’s going to be just about perfect in a few minutes. Want to get this over with?”
Mac resisted the urge to grimace. “What did you have in mind?”
“Head down to the beach, get a few shots of you two playing grab-ass and making googly eyes at each other.” He grinned. “It’ll be romantic.”
“Only in Mac’s world does grab-ass count as romantic,” Kelli said, patting his butt. “I’m up for it.”
Mac dropped his eyes to her ass, all thoughts of his mom and Grant and Zapata vanishing as he contemplated whether his faux bride was wearing panties.
He nodded once and slid his gaze back to hers. “I’m in.”
Kelli didn’t bother changing clothes for the photo shoot, though she did hustle back to the bedroom to put on panties.
“Such a shame,” Mac murmured, reaching for her as she struggled to pull her underthings up over her hips.
“Stop it!” she whispered, smacking his hand away as she tugged her dress down and turned to slick on some pink lip gloss. She knew this wasn’t a real engagement photo shoot, but she still wanted to look nice. “Hurry up and change your shirt before your mother comes in here and does it for you.”
Mac reached for her again, but Kelli skittered out of the way, laughing as she hooked the pearl-drop earrings through her lobes. A small pang of wistfulness hit her as she remembered the paw-print necklace. Would she ever see her little family heirloom again?
“Come on, you guys!” Grant yelled from the hall. “We’re losing our light. There’s no time for a quickie.”
Kelli winked at Mac and stepped out of his reach. His reach turned out to be greater than she expected, and he caught her hand, pulling her to him.
“You heard your brother,” she whispered, arching against him. “No quickies.”
“I want more than a quickie, but that’s not why I grabbed you,” he whispered, planting a kiss below her ear and making her shiver. “My brother knows the engagement isn’t real. Sheri must’ve filled him in, but he’ll protect our cover. Just wanted you to know.”
“Good,” she said, not sure why she felt a small wave of disappointment. She stepped away again and straightened her dress. “One less person to lie to is a plus. I feel bad enough betraying your mom.”
“She’ll understand,” he said, buttoning a fresh black shirt and moving toward the door. “She knows my work requires drastic measures sometimes.”
“Maybe not this drastic,” Kelli murmured as she fell into step behind him.
Grant herded them all out the door and down a little footpath to the beach. He was muttering about lighting and aperture and lenses while Stella clucked behind them about the groom’s attire.
“All black for an engagement photo, MacArthur?” she chided. “I hope you’re at least planning to remove the shoulder holster.”
“Yes, Mother.”
Kelli giggled and leaned close to Mac, quickening her pace to keep up with him. “I have to put on panties and you have to take off your gun,” she whispered. “Maybe we should shake things up a little and have you wear the panties while I put on the holster.”
Mac snorted. “Remind me to have Grant keep these pictures away from my mother. Otherwise we’ll end up with a full-page engagement announcement in the New York Times .”
They reached the beach and Kelli kicked off her shoes. The sand felt warm and soft between her toes, and she found herself missing her home in Hawaii for the first time since she’d arrived. Tossing her shoes behind a piece of driftwood, she skipped off down the beach. The wind was soft and salty in her hair, and she spread out her fingers to feel the warm breeze between them as she ran.
She glanced back to see Grant had pulled out his camera and was clicking away.
“Beautiful,” he called.
“Hey now,” Mac grumbled. “Stop checking out my wife.”
“She’s not your wife yet. She still has time to wise up and leave your sorry ass.”
Kelli laughed and stooped down to pick up a seashell. She heard Grant’s shutter click , and she skipped back toward her intended groom.
“You should turn a cartwheel or something,” Mac called.
“Good idea,” Kelli called back. “I hear crotch shots are all the rage in engagement announcements.”
Stella shook her head. “Only the two of you could find a way to work the word ‘crotch’ into a special occasion.”
“Turn this way, Kelli,” Grant called. “Mac, get your ass over there and say something romantic to your bride.”
Mac sauntered over, looking dark and lethal and so sexy Kelli felt her toes curl in the sand. “Hey, big boy,” she murmured, looking up at him. “What sort of romance do you have for me?”
Mac slid his hands around her waist and drew her close, lowering his mouth to her ear. “The kind that involves me pinning your wrists over your head and banging you senseless against the wall.”
Kelli shivered as her stomach did a triple somersault. How the hell did he do that to her? She looped her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. “Yes, please.”
“Let’s see another kiss!” Grant called. “Mac, get your hand off her ass. We’re aiming for classy and romantic, not pornography.”
Mac ignored his brother for the moment, giving Kelli’s ass a quick squeeze before settling his hands in the small of her back. He pulled her closer and Kelli went willingly. He lowered his mouth to hers, kissing her with a familiarity that left her head reeling.
She drew back and looked up at him, her heart galloping. “You should take off the sunglasses,” she murmured.
“We’re on the beach.”
“And it’s almost sunset. Come on, Mac. I’m beginning to think the only time I’ll ever get to see your eyes is when we’re having sex.”
“That’s one way to guarantee it.”
“You’ll have to forgive me if I don’t bend over that piece of driftwood there and hike my dress up right now.”
“Rain check?” he murmured, nuzzling her neck.
“Deal. Off with the glasses.”
Mac grinned and removed one hand from her back, reaching up to tug off the shades.
The instant he did it, Kelli felt the earth shift beneath her. Her fingers clenched on his shoulders, and her breath caught in her throat. She stared into his eyes, the magnetic pull of those brown depths drawing her into a trance. Waves crashed behind her and the smell of saltwater floated around them. Grant and Stella faded into the background, and for a moment it was just the two of them.
Something warm and electric surged inside her, and Kelli knew it wasn’t just lust. Mac’s eyes locked on hers, unblinking. Was he feeling it, too?
She swallowed, too dizzy to form sentences in her mind, but knowing she had to say something. “Mac, I?—”
“Hand me those sunglasses, MacArthur,” Stella called, stepping forward and breaking the trance. “You need both hands free to embrace your bride.”
Mac blinked and drew back. Was it Kelli’s imagination, or did he look as shell-shocked as she felt? He turned and took a few steps toward his mother, reaching out to hand her the glasses. Grant moved in for a close-up of Kelli.
“Perfect,” he said, shutter clicking. “That’s the look of a woman in love.”
Kelli turned to face him, feeling all the blood drain from her face. A wave of dizziness hit her, and she reached for something to hold her upright. Her fingers caught Grant’s sleeve, and he reached out to steady her.
Bang!
Grant grabbed her around the waist and knocked her to the ground. “Ooof!” she said as he threw his body over her, his burly arms covering her head. “What the?—”
“Stay down!” Grant barked, covering her body with his in a way that was more brotherly protector than sexy lover. “Mac?” Grant yelled.
Kelli turned her head to the side and froze. Mac was on the ground three feet away. She watched as he reached down and whipped a pistol from a harness around his ankle. He rolled to a crouch and scanned the beach, gun braced in front of him. He looked cool and lethal and utterly, completely terrifying.
His eyes slid to her, his expression grave. Kelli swallowed hard.
“Are you okay?” he demanded.
“I’m fine,” she choked out, squirming under Grant’s weight. “Stella?”
“Right here, baby,” she called. Kelli spotted her behind a piece of driftwood, a small pistol braced in her manicured fingers.
Grant moved on top of her and she realized he was gripping a pistol of his own. “This wasn’t what I had in mind when I suggested an evening shoot,” he said.
Kelli coughed and spit out a mouthful of sand. “Jesus, is everyone here armed?”
“You’re with the Patton family, hon,” Stella called. “It’s best to assume everyone’s armed.”
“Was that a gunshot?”
No one answered at first. Kelli looked back at Mac. He was still in a crouch, still aiming the pistol, but his shoulders looked less rigid. The sound of a car engine faded into the distance, and Kelli watched as his eyes swung back to her. They filled with something she couldn’t quite read, and a lake of dread pooled in her gut.
Mac swallowed and lowered his gun. “You’re sure you’re not hurt?”
“Yes,” she said, taking a deep breath as Grant eased his weight off her. “What happened?”
“I think it was just a car backfiring,” Grant said. “We all overacted. Par for the course with Pattons.”
“It certainly sounded like a gunshot,” Stella said. “But I think you’re right. Just a car backfiring.”
Kelli swallowed and looked at Mac. He still looked tense, but Kelli sensed it was more than just the car weighing on his mind.
“Mac?” she asked.
He turned to face her, his brow creased in a frown. Then he reached down and caught her hand, lifting her to her feet. “You’re sure you’re fine?”
“Mac, seriously. Stop asking. I’m okay. Your brother weighs a ton, but he didn’t crush my rib cage or anything.”
He shook his head, and Kelli watched a muscle twitch on the side of his eye. “You could have been killed.”
“By someone’s faulty fuel pump?”
“Sounded more like a catalytic converter,” Grant said, dusting the sand off his shorts as he got to his feet. “Coulda been the intake timing.”
Mac scowled. “You know what I mean.” He gritted his teeth and looked down at the gun. “It should have been me protecting you.”
“From a noisy automobile? There was no need, really. I’m fine, Mac.”
“We’re all fine, buddy,” Grant said. “Everything’s okay.”
But Mac wasn’t okay. Kelli could see it in his eyes.
At least she could until he slid the sunglasses back into place.
A shiver chattered down her spine, and she fisted her hands in her dress to warm them. Overhead, a seagull gave a low cry. A wave crashed behind them, but she kept her eyes on Mac.
“Never again,” he said, shaking his head as he turned away. “That’s the last time I let my guard down.”