Mac
CHAPTER ONE
Mac
I walkinto the meeting fucking prepared.
I know everything about her.
Everything.
I know her height, her weight, and the fact that she’s got two little dimples on either side of her mouth, freckles she covers with makeup, and when she’s nervous, she clears her throat and blinks rapidly. She listens to jazz and rock music, depending on her mood. She designs and sews her own clothing and has done so since she was young, reads historical romance in her downtime, and she hates her bloody father.
That makes two of us, then.
The youngest child of the Aitkens family, she’s been somewhat spoiled but starved for affection.
I’ll keep that in mind.
I swipe my mobile off, hiding her social media accounts I’ve been monitoring now for months, and head into the office for our meeting.
“Mac.” Leith’s sitting at the desk when I enter, sipping a cup of tea.
“Y’alright, lads?” I ask, greeting the men of the Clan as I lean across his desk and push the window open higher.
Leith scowls at me. “We need privacy, Mac, what the hell are you doing?”
I can’t help but smirk at him. My older brother’s a bit of a tight-arse.
I stick my head out the window.
“Not a bloody soul from here to the road to Inverness, Leith. Don’t know how anyone’d hear a single thing. And Jesus, I’m bloody sick of not having some fresh air in here. Feels good.”
I’d make damn sure no one’s heard us. I have a plan to put into action, details I’m about to discuss with my brothers that no one can hear.
No one.
But a little fresh air won’t threaten that.
He huffs out a breath, and just to placate him, I draw down the window a few centimeters.
“There. That better?”
He rolls his eyes and scrubs a hand through his hair. The overhead lighting glints on the gold ring on his finger. Who’dhave thought Leith would be married? He’s so much of a loner, I half expected him to be the family’s perpetual bachelor.
Seems that role, however, has been reserved forme.Maybe Tate. But definitely me.
“We need to talk about the Aitkens girl,” I say to Leith, and Tate’s eyes swivel to mine.
“What about her?” he asks.
“You remember our plan last year, for me to make a move on Aitkens for what he’s done?—”
A sharp knock sounds at the door. Leith sits up straighter and raises his voice.
“Aye?”
The door flies open, and our younger sister Islan walks in.
