“Oh.” I’m embarrassed. Did she hear us in bed last night? “We’re not… I mean… well. Thank ye, truly.”
My heart sinks as my brothers guide me and two MacTavish guards into one Range Rover, and Lucas, Wallace, and his friend join the rest of the guards in the second one.
We were so close… Last night changed everything, at least for me. What happens now? Everything he said last night sounded like he’s staying put in Edinburgh.
Because of me.
I know him too well to think he said it in the heat of the moment. Michael slings his arm over my shoulder and peppers me with questions, lightning fast. I’ll have to talk to Lucas later.
Chapter Twenty
In which there is a Multitude of MacTavishes.
Lucas…
Her brothers surround Cat like the SIS and hoist her into the SUV in seconds. I’ll let it go because I need to speak with Raul, but they’re not boxing my lass in once we’re on the jet.
She’s prone to overthinking, my Cat, and I’m not gonna let her start questioning last night, doubting what we said to each other.
The jet is waiting on the tarmac at the little airfield just outside of Setti Fatma, engines already running. I cut in front of Wallace and Duncan to climb the jet stairs right behind Cat and follow her to a bank of leather seats that are in groups of four but can swivel for privacy.
I nudge her gently into one of the seats and take the one next to her.
She looks up at me, eyes wide and questioning. “We still have things to talk about.” I fasten her seatbelt for her, “I know ye need a bit of facetime with your brothers first.”
A sly grin crosses her plump lips. There’s my Cat. “A grand idea, they never stop blethering on.”
“We understand each other then.” I lean closer, whispering, “I wish this jet had a bedroom.”
She flushes scarlet. “None of that now! Ye want my brothers to shoot ye?”
“I’m close to not caring. There’s so much I want to do with ye, lass. More specifically,toye.” Just then Michael and Duncan pointedly settle themselves in the seats facing us and time for filthy talk is over.
For now.
It’s not until we’re an hour away from Edinburgh when the rest of the crew gets distracted enough for me to turn Cat’s seat around to speak privately. “Ye need more water. Ye know dehydration makes your muscles lock up.”
“You remember that?” She obediently takes a big swallow of the fancy water on board that likely costs twenty pounds a bottle.
“Lass. Dinnae ye know by now that I remember everything about ye now? That lying flat on your back when ye sleep wakes ye up with wicked muscle cramps? Why I always had to shove electrolyte drinks at ye after a workout, because you’d forget?”
Her fingers tighten on the bottle, blinking up at me innocently. “Is that all ye remember? My delicate, infirm nature?”
“Ach, well now that’s a different thing. Ye dinnae think I canna recall how ye sound when I’m inside ye?” My voice drops to a whisper. “Your little moans and how ye shake, a full body shiver when ye come?”
“You’ll be stopping that sort of talk this minute,” she says primly, looking over my shoulder to see if anyone - such as her nosy twin - is listening in.
“Later, then.”
“So…” she clears her throat. “What will ye be doing then if ye dinnae want to work with my family?”
“I’m still good mates with Raul there,” I nod toward him, dead asleep and his arm half out of his sling and flopping off the chair. “Along with twenty others. I’ll be starting my own security firm. Everything from cybercrime to personal protection.”
Her eyes narrow. “Ye best not be guarding any girl’s body but mine.”
I’m liking the jealousy.
“Hey sis,” Duncan interrupts us. “Kenna sent along a change of clothes for ye and some fancy-smelling hair care shite. Ye wanna have a showeron board and freshen up? Though ye dinnae look half the wreck I expected to see.”
