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right is Doctor John Fielding, and to my left is Darryl Reynolds, head of security for Klinger International.” When she acknowledged the men with a nod to each, he continued, “Yes, my nephew and his family left this morning in the chopper with the other three men that came with me, including the man who shot you, I didn’t want you to possibly retaliate against him for doing his job, which is to protect me and my family.”
    He waited for her to speak, but his impatience got the better of him. “I believe that as guests of your house we are entitled to an explanation of last night’s impromptu deadly entertainment if you please.” His companions nodded their heads as he finished speaking. He waited in vain, her head was shaking slowly sideways. “Ms. Vaught, I assure you that we are not the helpless desk jockeys you believe us to be. In spite of our allowing you to take charge in the emergency situation, it’s not our way to hide behind an injured woman.” Her head straightened when he said the “allow her” statement. “I am not trying to insult you or your abilities, merely telling you that we are normally competent men in an emergency. This has been a complete clusterfuck from our point of view since my nephew had his unfortunate run-in with a jealous co-worker.”
    Mackie had to laugh a bit, and that arched his brow. Looks like I not only bruised his ego, I also insulted his speech . “I’m afraid that you are going to be disappointed, since I have no idea what you’re talking about. And after some starched up guy with pretty ribbons and shiny stars has a talk with you, I won’t be the only one who has no clue as to what might have or might not have happened here.” She had given them as much information as she dared, even if she did think they deserved some kind of explanation. It wasn’t her call. Smiling at the sexy trio of men, Mackie offered a bit of advice. “If it were me? I would try to think of last night as one of your nephew’s virtual video games and you pressed the right buttons to kick some bad guy’s ass.”
    Liam watched her disappear into the bathroom and wanted to demand that she tell him what kind of trouble they were facing last night. He was smart enough to pick up on the shiny stars comment, so at least she had given them that much. Still, watching her ass sway across ten feet of floor after seeing her completely nude just hours ago brought his brain back to his earlier carnal thoughts concerning just how good it would be to hold that ass in his hands while his cock was buried inside of her body. I must be out of my tiny mind.
    Mackie took one look at her image in the bathroom mirror and wanted to screech at the sight. Her long brown hair was a rat’s nest and when she tried to pull her fingers through it she dislodged a few pieces of dead grass and leaves. She had a new scrape on her cheek to go with her newest bullet wounds and until she did a complete assessment of damages, she wouldn’t know what other injuries she might have sustained in the past forty-eight hours. She stripped off her clothes and looked to the shoulder wound. Damn, that was going to leave a starfish scar. Four inches to the left and down two inches and she wouldn’t be bitching about another scar, she wouldn’t be bitching about anything ever again.
    She rummaged around in the cabinet and found the transparent adhesive tape that would keep the wounds from getting wet while she took a shower. She lathered her hair and while it took longer to rinse out with only one hand, the hot water helped sooth her sore muscles. Her thoughts turned to the attack last night. She was warned there was a leak somewhere pretty high up and now they had proof sitting right outside her door. It was a good thing she planned to rebuild her home at some future date or she would be really upset. One thing was certain, her insurance agent would have a fit if she tried to turn that claim in.
    Drying off was haphazard at best. Her