Page 71 of Dangerous Games (Tempting SEALs 2)

MASON "MACEY" MARCH WAS HUGE. At least six feet, five inches and built like the broadside of a barn. There wasn't an inch of fat on his big body or trust in his chocolate brown eyes. Long, thick dark blond hair was pulled back from his face and tied in a ponytail, emphasizing the broad planes and angles of his face. He was what Reno would have called a force of nature. You didn't go up against it; you moved to the side until it passed by, and breathed a sigh of relief you weren't caught in the turbulence.

Macey was waiting for them at the doors at the side of the garage, dressed in a black sleeveless T-shirt and black jeans. Biker's boots covered his feet and a rifle was slung over one powerful arm.

"Trusting today, ain't you, Mace?" Clint commented as he helped Morganna from the truck, his hands flexing against her waist before he released her. "Only one gun as a greeting?"

The behemoth grunted, a rough sound that could have been a laugh.

"Get on in here." He stood back from the doorway. "I turned on the receiver after your call. You got some serious dudes searching for that pickup, boy."

"No shit," Clint sighed as he led her to the doorway. "Mace, this is Morganna, Reno's sister. Morganna, meet Macey; he's part of my team and the best damned computer whiz I've ever laid my eyes on."

Macey's full, surprisingly sensual lips quirked at the description.

"Glad to meet you, ma'am." He nodded as he turned and led the way into the house. "Reno's a good friend. He has a piss-poor brother-in-law, though. He should have shot him years ago."

"I suggested it," Morganna drawled, flicking Clint a laughing glance. "Reno wanted to wait. He was certain Clint would age well."

The chuckle that met her statement had Clint casting them both a brooding glare.

"Don't gang up on me with her, Mace. I'm stuck with her for a while. You're not."

"Too bad. I'd be nicer to her," Macey grunted.

The house was surprisingly neat but plain. Bare, actually. She stared around, wondering how a man as personable as Macey seemed to be had a house with nothing personal in it

"This is the reception area, darlin'." Macey's smile was wicked as he caught her staring around. "Come on; I'll show you my home away from home."

He led them through the threadbare living room with its floor-model, ages-old television, into a kitchen with the barest essentials and then into a hallway. There he pulled a remote from the back pocket of his jeans and flipped a switch. Morganna jumped back as a section of the wall slowly slid to the side.

"Come on down. I have the radios picking up transmissions now. I finally pinpointed the boys looking for you, but they aren't giving away anything important." He loped down the cement stairs that led from the hallway.

Morganna glanced back at Clint warily as she followed slowly, catching his soothing wink as the wall slid closed once again.

"What happens if the place catches on fire?" she whispered to Clint.

"Then we peel out under the house and escape through the sewer," Macey called back. "Nasty place, though, so I'm going to hope no one decides to burn me down. I'd get pissed and have to kill someone."

Somehow, she didn't think it was an idle threat.

As she stepped into the main portion of the basement, her eyes widened. Now this was definitely lived in and taken care of. A long, comfortable upholstered couch divided the room. In front of it, on a far wall, was a wide-screen flat television hung on the wall with a state-of-the-art sound system running along the walls. A scarred wooden coffee table sat between them. On each side, a recliner, used but in good condition, sat angled to the television.

Behind the couch, an electronic madman's dream: computers, receivers, and shelves of beeping, tweeping machines that made no sense to Morganna whatsoever. Above them, several flat monitors showed the outside of the house on all four sides, giving Macey a perfect view of anyone coming up on him. Two others flipped through the rooms of the house upstairs, keeping a careful watch on each area for several seconds at a time.

'There's beans and bread on the stove." Macey flicked his ringers to the corner where a stove, refrigerator, and large sink sat. A small table and chairs occupied the wall to the side of it.

"Hungry?" Clint's hand ran up and down her back as he led her farther into the room.

"No." She shook her head. "Will the cell phone call out here? I'll try to get hold of Raven. It takes her a while to answer sometimes."

"Yeah, she's good at avoiding calls. I think she stole Reno's cell phone."

"It was one of her conditions when she agreed to the wedding," Morganna told him. "She was tired of you calling and bitching about me and making Reno leave the house all the time."

"Hmm." The noncommittal murmur had her lips twitching. "Go ahead and see if you can get hold of her. I'll see what me and Macey can find out."

"Get her a drink at least, Clint," Macey muttered. "Hell, she looks wore out. There's beer in there, and Stacey keeps some wine coolers just to piss me off. There's lunchmeat and bread and junk. Stacey's always eating something. I swear when that girl's metabolism slows down, she's going to blow up like a balloon."

"Hey, it takes energy to keep up with brothers," Morganna informed Macey, keeping her voice playfully tart. "If she's anything like me, she gets tired of you having all the fun."

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