Bombshell - Men of Sanctuary Series, Book Three Read Online Free PDF Page B

faced front again. “Translated from Hawaiian, Kamaka means beloved, adored, venerated. You get the idea. He’s very proud of that. He was the last-born of the offspring, so his parents were older. They followed the ancestral custom of not using a surname. His passport and driver’s license actually state Kamaka Kamaka, because he needed a last name for ID.”
    She sighed. “He believes that makes him doubly blessed.”
    “And … the Makaha?” He bungled the pronunciation.
    “It translates to fierce. He hates the name, insists that it’s harsh and messes with his good karma.”
    “So, you do it … .”
    “Just to aggravate him.”
    ” Uh huh .”
    His arm still draped over the back of the seat, MacBride turned his attention to Keko. All his attention. At his clearly lascivious glance, the tiny hairs on her arms prickled in remembered passion, as did the hairs at the back of her neck. Oh man, this is so not going to work. Three thousand miles between here and our assignation, yet fate steps in and plays us. Some joker god is having quite the giggle at our mortal expense .
    “Now that your co-worker’s made his choice, I am totally at your service. What would you like me to do for you?”
    It was a loaded question, dripping with innuendo, and they both knew it.
    He released his seat belt, turned to face her. “You were gone when I woke. You didn’t need to leave, I hadn’t planned to kick you out of my hotel suite. I thought we’d have a nice, leisurely breakfast together, perhaps become better acquainted—maybe even exchange names. You flew the coop, which left me no way to get in touch with you.”
    Oh God, he’s going for it. Shit .
    His alpha body posture made her feel very vulnerable, naked. She wasn’t familiar with the feeling, and she didn’t like it.
    “Kamaka and I had a flight to catch.” The excuse sounded lame, even to her.
    Please let him drop it.
    “Not even a business card on the night stand.”
    She bit her lip, something she hadn’t done since she was ten. Words wouldn’t come.
    “You don’t want to discuss this, do you?”
    A wave of relief rolled through her. Oh, thank freakin’ heavens. “No, I don’t.”
    “Husband? Boyfriend? Ex? Just so I know how we stand.”
    “None of the above.” And we’re not standing anywhere, friend .
    Keko read the bald desire in MacBride’s eyes, almost gave in to the same yearning that ramped up in her body. Her nipples—the little traitors—immediately perked to attention. Afraid to look down, she was sure the peaks were attempting to push through the rich satiny fabric of her vest. She knew what he looked like out of uniform. The memory of him panting in her ear, his hot, hard flesh sliding into her wet, overheated … . Oh, no way. This shit needs to stop. Now .
    MacBride brushed a wave of thick, gorgeous hair away from his eye.
    Oh dear God, he’s killin’ me here . Her sex throbbed, and with that last throb, she nearly came. A smidgen of squeak escaped her lips. She swallowed. It took all the control she had to keep her hands to herself, and to prevent her voice from cracking.
    “Will you take me to the site, please? I need to see the device, put together a report for the FBI. I haven’t been home or had a good night’s sleep in nearly two weeks.”
    She realized how whiny that sounded, but the words were already out there. And I need you to go away, I need you to leave me alone before this becomes too complicated for words .
    He actually bowed his head. “As you wish. The FBI finished processing the house and buildings. You can use the indoor plumbing facilities, and they’ve stocked the kitchen. No one will starve.”
    She’d faced forward again, but at his comment she glanced sideways. “Why didn’t you tell Kamaka there was food available at the cabin?”
    Mac smiled, fastened his seatbelt, put the truck into gear. “I would have gotten to it. He didn’t give me the chance.”
    And you didn’t see fit to stop him