“You love me; you just won’t let yourself.”
Poking around the edges of his head, he wondered if those words were true.
“I invested in stuff, Uncle Mitch guided me, and yes, I have money.”
“You got a bird?”
Brad shook his head. “I don't have a base, so I hire one when I want to go up.”
They both turned as a car pulled up. Brad watched Macy Reynolds get out of the driver seat.
“Macy's coming to take notes and photos, so I'll drop you two, then come back and pick up Jake, Buster, and Willow.”
“Thought Branna was coming?” Brad hated the way his heart kicked hard in his chest as he looked at the woman now getting something out of the trunk of her car.
“Rose had a bad night.”
“Doesn't Macy have to work?” Brad should really shut up, but he found himself talking.
“Jany's covering, and Militant is picking up Billy.”
“Militant?” Brad admired the sight of Macy, morning light at her back as she walked toward them. She wore black shorts that sat several inches above her knees and a fitted white T-shirt. Around her neck was draped a sweater and a camera. Blue trainers were laced on her small feet.
That woman was sweet, Brad thought. Far too sweet for the likes of him.
“Town crazy woman, and part of the book club.”
“Book club?” He was sure Macy didn't mean to swing her hips from side to side, it was just her natural walk, but damn that woman was sexy.
“They run the town.”
“You’re shitting me?”
“Straight up.”
“Hey,” Brad said, taking a few steps to meet Macy as she drew near, and relieve her of the large bag she carried.
“Morning, Geldermans.”
“What's in there?” Ethan opened the bag Brad held and looked inside.
“I brought a couple of thermoses filled with coffee to go with the food Buster will bring.”
“My day just got better. Can I have a cup now?”
Brad watched Macy slap Ethan's hand aside.
“When we get there.”
“You're a hard woman, Macy Reynolds. Especially as I have to fly back and pick up baker boy, his missus, and the doc.”
She gave him a smile but didn't answer.
“How come you don't have a nickname?” Brad said, helping her into the front of the helicopter.
“I'm sure I had a few, but no one ever said them to my face.”
His knuckles brushed the planes of her stomach as he did up her harness. They both inhaled, but Brad didn't look at her.
