A Very Special Delivery. Myrna Mackenzie
And there was also the fact that he wasn’t revealing that last little bit of information to anyone, least of all to Clyde.
No one knew that he and Clyde were related and no one would until he found out just what Clyde was up to, and he was definitely up to something, good or bad. He’d hinted as much on the phone a few weeks ago. But if Mick showed his hand now, he’d never know just what Clyde’s plans were. His stepfather was more than capable of going underground.
“Laura, I’m concerned for you,” he said, which was the absolute truth. “The clinic might not be a safe place. If you need a job, I’m sure I could find you one.”
That delicate brow rose again. That delicate sexy brow. She was probably wondering just what kind of pull a construction worker would have. He was probably not going to tell her that he was on the verge of becoming a partner in Dell Douglas Construction at Dell’s request, and that Dell knew most of the people in the Austin construction scene. It was how Mick had gotten this job, but saying that would lead to too many other explanations.
“You don’t have to work at the clinic,” he repeated.
She smiled. “I know. I have a brother who would take me in if I’d let him. But I want this job. It will give me a chance to start to pay back Megan. They’re short on employees at the day-care center and that means fewer employees at the clinic can leave their children there, and more absenteeism at the clinic itself. I could be a help. I love children, and I’ve studied nursing. I know enough to be of aid in an emergency.”
Okay, so there was going to be no talking her out of this. He tried to think fast.
“I’m going to worry about you, you know.” His voice dropped soft and low and he found that he was only speaking the truth this time. It was going to drive him nuts not knowing when something was going to happen next, or even if something was going to happen next. He wished he knew just who had it in for the Maitlands so badly.
“You’re such a good man, Mick.”
No, he was a heel. Here today, gone tomorrow, just like his alcoholic father had been and like Clyde was most of the time. And he could see that he wasn’t making his point.
“You’re determined to take this job?”
Her chin came up. “I’m an adult, Mick. I make my own decisions.”
“I respect that, but it doesn’t make me worry less. Will you do me a favor?”
“What kind of a favor?”
“Ease my mind. Let me at least see you to and from work. Let me stop in to check up on you now and then.”
“That’s really not necessary.”
“You’d let me suffer when I don’t have to?”
She grinned. “That’s low, Mick.”
He grinned back. “You bet it is, but it’s also the truth. I’m not asking for the world.”
She gazed down at her hands, which were resting in her lap. He was helpless not to look beyond her fingertips to that long bare stretch of legs. Mick took a deep breath and concentrated on the shiny crest of her hair.
“Laura?” he urged.
She brought her head up, her long hair swishing over her shoulders. “You stayed with me for hours. You didn’t ask for anything, really, but letting you stand guard over me seems so…nineteenth century. I can take care of myself.”
“Are your brothers capable of taking care of themselves?”
“Of course. They’re grown men.”
“Don’t you worry about them now and then?”
“Every day. Especially Luke. I don’t even know where he is.”
“So it’s okay to worry even if you trust them to be capable men.”
She smiled at him and stood up, walking toward him. Her smile was both innocent and yet terribly dangerous to him. He wanted to reach out and touch, maybe even to grab. He forced himself to hold his hands still.
“You’re too smart for your own good, Mick Hannon.”
He shrugged. “That’s not an answer.”
“I don’t see how letting you do something else for me would help in repaying you in any way.”
“It would soothe me. It would help me concentrate. It’s very important to concentrate when you’re working with heavy machinery.”
“Mick,” she drawled. “Don’t make me worry, too.”
He got to his feet. He reached out and indulged himself by running one long finger down the smoothness of her cheek. “I’m a desperate man, Laura. I’m genuinely worried.”
She nearly gasped at his touch, and a slight blush turned her cheeks an enticing, desirable rose. Skin made for nibbling on. Mick did his best to resist.
She frowned. “You shouldn’t be worrying about me. That will only attract my brother’s attention and then Rafe will be pacing the floor. You won’t approach him?”
“Afraid it’s too late. He approached me several days ago.”
Laura frowned. “What did he want? No, don’t tell me what he wanted. He didn’t ask you if you—”
The rose of her cheeks had deepened. Mick couldn’t resist. He leaned forward and touched his lips to her cheek, nibbled his way to her ear. “He asked me if I’d actually seen you naked.”
She jumped, and he brought his arms up to catch her in case she should fall.
“What—what did you tell him?” she asked, and he knew that he’d be kissing her lips soon if he didn’t step away. That wouldn’t be a wise course for either of them, but especially for her. She was at a vulnerable stage of her life. He wasn’t a man made for vulnerable women.
But he very definitely wanted to touch her again. He wanted to kiss more than just her cheek. And he wanted to do it in the dark in a bedroom.
He hesitated, then stepped away. “I told Rafe that the only thing I remember was your eyes. I was staring into your eyes the whole time.”
She gazed up into his eyes then, and the room melted away.
“You were,” she said, her voice low and soft and so terribly sexy that it was killing him. “I remember.”
So did he. All too well.
“You’ll let me be your temporary bodyguard, Laura?”
“Do you really think it’s necessary?”
“Very necessary.” It was a good thing she hadn’t asked him if it was wise, because he knew for certain that getting too close to her wasn’t wise at all. She made him feel big and protective, but he knew that wasn’t a feeling that lasted with the men in his family. Inevitably they failed the women they had sworn to protect.
“What time do you start work?” he asked.
“I’m just part-time. They’re letting me bring Meggie, of course. I begin at three and work until six.”
“This late in the year, it’ll be dark by the time you leave, then.”
She nodded, so close that her swishing hair became trapped against his shoulder. He brushed his fingers through the soft silk and slid the strands back over her shoulder.
“Will you have any trouble getting off work to come pick me up?”
“It won’t be any problem,” he promised. “I have a very understanding supervisor.” He did, but it wouldn’t have mattered. Mick was determined to do whatever it took to protect Laura Maitland from whatever threatened her.
But as he took his leave and her soft scent wafted around him, he knew there was more at risk than