by Maya Banks
Page 12
Donovan remained quiet, but Garrett’s thoughts were reflected in his eyes.
Sam sighed. “When did I ever give you two the impression that I’m some emotional dumbass who thinks with his dick? I get that you’re suspicious. I have my own set of doubts, but so far what she’s saying is checking out. And whatever you think, you’ll show some respect for both me and her. If you can’t live with that, then I suggest you get the fuck out, and I’ll go this alone. ”
“Oh shut the fuck up,” Garrett muttered. “You know good and goddamn well Van and I are behind you. Jesus this is one giant clusterfuck. ”
“You can’t solve this for me,” Sam said as he stared Garrett down. “I know it goes against every grain that you can’t just step in with a solution. This isn’t just a mission or some job, and you and I both know it. Everything has changed for me, and I’m the only person who can sort it out. ”
Donovan chuckled, and Sam and Garrett both glared at him.
“Garrett looks like a whipped puppy because the control freak in him can’t control the situation. And Sam looks like he’s swallowed a rock. ”
Sam held up his middle finger at the exact same time Garrett did, which only made Donovan laugh harder.
He shook his head and wiped his palm down his jaw. “If we can get back to the facts at hand. The assassin worked alone. Garrett and I have both been out. There’s no one else. Not yet. We’ve probably bought a few days, until Mouton figures out his guy is dead and sends someone else. He hasn’t impressed me with his intelligence so far, so he may or may not send enough men to get the job done. But then before he was only after a lone woman. Now he has us to contend with. ”
“Yeah. All of us,” Garrett growled. “No one fucks with the Kellys. ”
Sam grinned and then let the smile fade. “We need to get to Mom and Dad’s to make sure they’re okay, have Steele and Rio meet us there and figure out our next move. I don’t give a shit what the CIA’s doing. We’re going to take that bastard out this time. ”
Donovan nodded his agreement. “Go get Sophie. Garrett and I will have the truck ready. ”
SOPHIE stared out the window of the SUV as it rolled into the driveway of a quaint wood house that was at least a hundred years old. It was one of those houses you saw in television shows touting suburbia. The perfect porch, the perfect landscaping. An upstairs that probably had at least six bedrooms and a backyard that stretched over several acres.
It looked homey and welcoming like it had a soul and wasn’t just a cold dwelling constructed to keep others out. No, this house invited people inside to its warmth. Families gathered here.
It was everything she’d ever wanted in her entire life, and it hurt her that she was going to have to walk into this place with Sam and pretend it wasn’t.
The tires crunched over the gravel, and Garrett pulled the truck to a halt behind a county sheriff’s police car. Sophie jerked her head around to stare at Sam accusingly.
“Sean is here for the protection of my family,” Sam said shortly. “I didn’t go behind your back and report you to the cops. ”
She relaxed a little, but the knot in her throat grew larger as she stared at the house.
This was his parents’ house, and she had no concept of how to act around a normal family. But she carried their grandchild, and if nothing else, that gained her something. Didn’t it?
Donovan opened the door for her, and automatically her chin went up. Sam walked around and reached in to help her out. She grabbed for the waist of the sweatpants to keep them up as Sam tucked her into his side. At least he wasn’t trying to put a world of distance between them. She couldn’t have faced his entire family by herself.
Garrett and Donovan hurried forward and had the door open by the time she and Sam got there. As soon as she stepped inside, she was greeted by a rush of warm air and the smell—it wasn’t even one identifiable scent. It was a mixture of home-baked food, flowers, cleaner and an older musty smell that came from years of wear.
It was the best smell she’d ever encountered.
She inhaled deeply, wanting to savor every bit.
“Sam, Garrett, Donovan? Is that you?”
The feminine voice came closer, and in another moment a small woman rounded the corner as if on wheels. She collided with Garrett, bounced off and then promptly pounced on the much larger man.
“Garrett!”
She pulled him into her arms, and Sophie watched in fascination as Garrett transformed in front of her eyes. He went from surly, scowling ape to a gentle mama’s boy. It was mind-boggling.
He scooped her up in his arms, though she seemed to be doing most of the hugging.
“We’re fine, Ma. Quit squeezing me so hard or I won’t be able to breathe. ”
She kissed both cheeks, patted one and then turned her attention to Donovan, who was watching with an amused smile.
“Gee, Mom, you’d think you never saw us. ”
She scowled at him, and Sophie could see where Garrett got it. Their mom could be quite ferocious when provoked.
She hugged Donovan fiercely, patting and squeezing in random patterns.
“I’ve been so worried. Sean showed up mumbling about safety and trouble and then wouldn’t let your father or me out of the house. I was tempted to turn him over my knee. ”
Sam pushed forward shaking his head. “Sean did exactly what he was supposed to do, Ma. Don’t be giving him any trouble. ”
Mrs. Kelly turned to Sam and her face softened. At the same time she caught sight of Sophie standing to Sam’s side and her expression froze.
She looked at Donovan and then quickly back at Sam and then focused on Sophie again.
“What in the world?”
She started toward Sophie, and it was all Sophie could do not to turn around and run.
Mrs. Kelly’s hands came up to brace Sophie’s arms, but Sam was there to push one away from her injury.
“Careful, Ma. She’s been hurt. ”
Sam’s voice was soft and husky, almost tender. Sophie’s knees began to shake because she couldn’t take this. It was too much. She was scared out of her mind, and the last thing she wanted was rejection.
“Oh my word,” Mrs. Kelly breathed out.
And before Sophie could expend any more time being terrified, the woman enfolded her in her embrace as carefully as she would a child. And just as suddenly she pulled away and aimed a ferocious glare up at Sam.
“Sam Kelly, what is the meaning of this? This poor girl looks like she’s been in the lake. ”
She reached up and touched Sophie’s bedraggled hair and frowned. Then she glanced downward.
“She doesn’t even have shoes!”
Sam held up his hands, but his mom ignored him.
Her gaze fastened on Sophie’s belly, and Sophie went completely still. She stood there in dread, chin up, her knees so locked it was a wonder she hadn’t passed out yet.
“She’s pregnant! Oh dear Lord. Sam what were you thinking?”
Sam’s eyebrows went up, and he backed away as if unsure of what his mom was referencing.
“Mom, listen to me, okay? There are some things you need to know. ”
“Make it quick,” she snapped.
Sam went back to Sophie’s side and pulled her against him in a gesture that could hardly go unnoticed by his mother. And indeed, Mrs. Kelly’s eyebrow went up, and she looked between Sam and Sophie with obvious curiosity.
“Sophie and I met five months ago while I was on a mission in Mexico. We were . . . involved. She’s in trouble now and needs our help. The entire family could be in trouble, which is why we sent Sean over to stay with you and Dad. My teams will be here in a few hours—”
Whatever else he might have said was lost in his mother’s gasp.
“Sam Kelly, is this my grandchild you’re allowing to stand in my kitchen with its mother shivering cold and barefooted?”
Sam sighed. “Yes
, ma’am. ”
“For God’s sake, and to think I thought Joe was the son lacking in common sense. ”
She turned to Sophie, ignoring Sam. “Sophie, I’m Marlene Kelly and please do call me Marlene. I’ll introduce you to Frank, but first my idiot son needs to take you upstairs for a hot bath and a fresh change of clothes. ”
Sophie smiled, or she tried, but her lips were quivering, and she tried to control the knocking of her knees. The idea of a hot bath was so wonderful that she nearly buckled on the spot. And would have, but Marlene wrapped an arm around her waist and held her up.
“Go on, Sam, before the poor thing falls over. Garrett and Donovan can tell me all about it while you’re up taking care of your responsibilities. ”
She pinned Sam with a stare that probably made all her sons quake in their boots.
Sam threaded his hand through Sophie’s and pulled her away from his mother. She wanted that bath. Really wanted it, but she couldn’t imagine how she’d manage.
“Maybe I should take a shower instead. I’m not sure I’d be able to get out of the tub once I got in. ”
Her face tightened, and she looked around to make sure no one had overheard her.
Sam smiled, easing the lines around his eyes.
“Don’t you worry about that. I’ll help you in and out. ”
Her eyes widened. “Oh. ”
He cocked one eyebrow at her. “I’ve seen you naked, Sophie. ”
She valiantly tried to control the rush of heat creeping up her neck.
He smiled again and then moved to the side of her and lifted her into his arms.
“I can walk. ”
“I know. But you’ll put less stress on those wounds if I carry you. ”
With that, he headed for the stairs, striding past his family as if they weren’t even there. She refused to make eye contact with any of them. She had no desire for their judgment.
When they reached the bathroom, he flipped on the light and set her carefully on the counter so that her legs dangled over the edge. Then he reached over to turn on the water in the big garden tub.
Soon steam rose and she was salivating. She hurt with how badly she wanted that tub full of hot water. She twitched with impatience, watching as the level slowly rose.
“I’ll help you get undressed then I’ll get you in the tub. I’ll leave you for as long as you want to soak, and when you want to get out just call for me, okay?”
She nodded, too tongue-tied to get words past her lips. He was right. He’d seen her naked. He’d seen her wanton. He’d seen her as indelicately as a man could ever see a woman. There wasn’t an inch of her body he hadn’t explored, and vice versa. So why was she acting so maidenly now? She was pregnant with his child, for God’s sake.
But then there hadn’t been exposed lies between them. No exposed secrets. They’d just been two lovers so wrapped up in each other that the outside world hadn’t been able to intrude.
“Soph?” he called softly.
She blinked and refocused on him. His fingers were in the waistband of the too large pair of sweats. He was making sure she was okay with it, and for some reason that softened her heart.
“Let’s get this over with. I want to get into that tub so bad, I’d crawl in fully clothed. ”
He chuckled and slid the pants down until they gathered around her ankles. With a gentle tug they were gone, and he dropped them on the floor.
“I’m going to put you down and then we’ll get you out of your shirt. ”
She gave a groan of protest when her feet hit the floor. She didn’t have it in her to stand. Fatigue edged out the pain by a ratio of at least ten to one. Pain had nothing on her desire to sleep. For a year. Pregnancy was exhausting enough. Add in running cross-country, taking multiple dips in the lake and avoiding assholes with knives and guns?
“I got you. Hold still. I’ll try not to move your arm too much. ”
She stared straight ahead as he maneuvered the shirt from her body, and suddenly she was completely nude in front of him. She hated how vulnerable and naked she felt.
Dumbass, you are naked.
Thankfully he didn’t waste any time. As soon as she was free of her clothing, he turned to help her into the tub. She put one leg in and moaned as the hot water slid up her skin.
“Oh God. ”
“That good huh?”
“Oh God yes. I’ve never had anything so good in my life. ”
She gingerly sank down, holding on to his hand. Her body shrieked in protest, but she didn’t care.
The water lapped to her chin, and she tilted her head back, closing her eyes. Oh sweet heaven.
Sam leaned down and gently tapped her chin until she opened her eyes again.
“Call me if you need me, okay?”
She nodded sleepily as the warmth swam intoxicatingly through her veins.
He turned to go, and she suddenly remembered what she’d wanted to ask him for.
“Sam?”
He turned, holding on to the door edge. “Yes?”
She shifted uncomfortably, seeking more of the water.
“Is there any way possible I could get some underwear? I hate to ask, but going without a bra sucks when you’re pregnant. I mean my boobs are huge now and they’re sensitive—”
