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“Elliot! Come and get me!” I shouted. Killian might have been able to subdue my body, but he couldn’t shut my mouth up with only one hand. No matter how much he wanted to try it. My brother would hear me and come. That I had no doubt. My brother and I were close. He wouldn’t let me down.
Killian chuckled. Actually chuckled. What was going on here?
“She’s fine.” He paused. “I’ve got her.”
“He does not! Elliot!”
“Right. Later.” Killian tossed my phone on the swing, and I stilled, staring at the disconnected phone like my brother would pop out of it at any second.
“What just happened?”
Killian’s other arm came around me, and I was plastered to his front, our faces entirely too close. The smell of outdoor woods invaded me and part of me—a small part—locked it away inside my memory banks, wanting to remember. Pathetic. I know, but the truth.
“Your brother knows you’re here with me. The end.”
I pulled back just a bit to try to shake off whatever Killian was doing to my body. Spoiler, it didn’t work.
My body was raring to roar. Good thing my brain was screwed on tight tonight. Or, at least, I hoped it was. “This is not ‘the end’. And he doesn’t even know you!” While I knew they were friends in school, that was a long damn time ago.
He leaned forward and brushed his nose along my jaw. The move stunned me still. It was sweet and felt strange coming from this rugged man. “He’s known me for more than two decades, Ellie.”
“No, he hasn’t.” My brother never talked about Killian. Never once brought him up in a random conversation. Never talked about meeting up with him or hanging out. Elliot had a ton of friends, and I knew most of them because he’d brought them into the bar when he was off duty. Killian never came to the bar.
“Yeah. Clue in, babe. Never lost touch with him, Ellie.”
“What? Wait? How? This is all confusing.” Killian rolled us so I was now on my back, and he was hovering on top of me. It was a very dominating position, and a prickle came to the back of my neck. “What’s going on here?” I was obviously missing something big. Huge.
“Talking.”
He was so close. His lips right there, plump and ready. What was I thinking? No. No. No! “You need to give me some space.” He didn’t and grinned.
A cell started to ring, and since it wasn’t my tone, it had to be Killian’s. He shifted just a bit, grabbed his phone, and answered with a, “Yeah,” all the while pinning me to the swing. The more I moved, the more jostled we became. I loved swinging, but these jerky movements weren’t fun. The chains rattled noisily, so I settled a bit. I didn’t want to add crashing down to the deck on my list of fun things I did tonight.
“Fuck,” he said, and I wanted so badly to know what that meant, but Killian gave nothing away. He listened, his brows furrowing. Then he was up, I was up, and he pulled me to the house and pushed through the door before I could even register what was happening.
I didn’t protest. I blamed it on the shock of the night, and Killian looked hacked off already. No need to poke the tiger, at least not in the moment. Killian shut the door, then locked it. He moved to a security panel and punched in a code, then another.
“Right. Keep me updated.” He flipped on lights as he made his way to the kitchen where he tossed his phone on the island. This kitchen sucked the breath out of me.
The walls and cabinets were made from the same logs the cabins was made of. They went together seamlessly. Stainless steel appliances and a marble countertop set it off beautifully. The island had two high-backed chairs along one side, and it opened up into the spacious living room.
If the kitchen took my breath away, the living room was even better. A stone fireplace and the most comfortable looking furniture made for relaxing. It was the perfect place for reading or just sitting and thinking.
Hands came to my arms, and I jumped. Killian stood there, his face blank. I did not take this as a good sign. I wasn’t wrong.
“We need to hole up inside and get some sleep.”
“Tell me what’s going on.”
He stood there, and it appeared as though he was coming to some conclusion. It took a few moments, but what he said next freaked me right the hell out.
“A major player we were looking for tonight wasn’t at the party. We’re taking precautions.”
I looked to the walls seeing gorgeous large windows that probably allowed the sun to warm up the entire place and gave great views of the trees. “Um … can’t they just break the windows?”
“Custom-made bulletproof glass. Then there’s this.” Killian moved to the far wall and hit a switch. Suddenly a clanking noise filled the room, and steel came down and covered all the windows.
“Why the hell do you need this? Do you get attacked a lot or something?”
