off, who made her want to reveal all her hopes and fears. Did that miracle man even exist?
Well, Mac did all those things, but he’d made it abundantly clear he couldn’t be that man. As soon as she entered her bungalow, she slid out of her wedges and padded across the room and out onto her private deck. She sank down onto the hammock and carefully swiveled around to lie back. The gentle breeze had her swaying. Jenna laced her hands over her abdomen and closed her eyes. Yeah, she’d definitely bring her husband here.
She let the daydream of a faceless man flood her mind. Would they make love out here in the open, but where nobody could see them? Would they walk hand in hand along the shore and discuss their dreams for the future? Have a romantic dinner and come back to their bungalow and skinny-dip in the dark?
“That must be some daydream.”
Jenna jerked at Mac’s voice.
“That was the sexiest smile I’ve ever seen.”
When Jenna started to sit up, Mac put a hand on her back. “Don’t get up,” he told her as he leaned against the side of the bungalow and propped his foot up.
“You look so relaxed, I hate to disturb you.” His mouth spread into a wide, toe-curling grin. “Now, tell me what put that smile on your face. Or should I say who?”
“Nobody in particular,” she replied with a shrug. Jenna settled back down onto the woven ropes of the hammock and sighed. “Just thinking of bringing my future husband back here for our honeymoon. It’s too romantic and gorgeous not to.”
When he didn’t respond, Jenna risked a glance. His eyes held hers, a muscle ticking in his jaw as he crossed his arms over that broad chest.
“Do you really have your mother’s dress in storage?” he asked.
Swallowing, Jenna nodded. “Yeah. It’s satin with a simple lace overlay. Her marriage may have been a disaster, but I love the vintage dress and it was still my mother’s. It’s perfect for me if I ever find the right man.”
Perfect because Jenna had inherited her mother’s curves and the measurements were just right. Amy had a different father and got her athletic build from him...lucky girl.
“What else would you want in your dream wedding?” he asked.
Jenna stared at him for a second before she laughed, shook her head and turned back to focus on the water just beyond their private deck. “Does it matter? Or is this another ploy for you to seduce me?”
“If I wanted to seduce you, I’d have already succeeded,” he told her. “You know I want you physically, any man would be blind and a fool not to. But you were right. We’re best friends and at the end of the week, that’s what we still need to be.”
Great. She was right. He was finally seeing reason. So why did she feel like she’d lost out on a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity?
“I won’t lie,” he went on. “You’re still one of the sexiest women I’ve ever known, but I respect you, respect what we have.”
Wait a second. She was one of the sexiest women he knew? Now he was just being kind, but she wasn’t about to say anything because she wasn’t one of those women who went fishing for compliments.
“You talked to Martin after I walked away didn’t you?” she asked, already knowing the answer.
“I’m done talking about your ex,” Mac replied, which told her all she needed to know. “Are you going to work on those flowers tonight? I can go pack more in if you need me to.”
Jenna smiled. “You want to help put together wedding arrangements? I knew you had a soft side.”
Mac grumbled. “I’m just offering to do some grunt work. Don’t read too much into it.”
Jenna needed a breather and she had to get these arrangements made. “Fine. Go bring me the rest of the lilacs and half of the greenery.”
With a mock bow, Mac gave her a wink. “Consider it done.”
Even when he was being a sarcastic goof, he made her heart flutter. She couldn’t afford the flutter, the bundle of nerves or the tingles from his kisses.
At dinner, Martin hadn’t come over to speak, so perhaps they were making headway. Maybe seeing her with Mac over and over would get through to him—or maybe Mac’s fist helped. As much as she wasn’t a fan of violence, she also knew Mac was effective when he wanted to be.
She recalled a time he’d been more than forceful at a party when a guy had hit on her and she’d politely turned down his advances. Unfortunately that guy hadn’t taken no for an answer and Mac intervened. A slam against the wall and a threat she hadn’t been able to overhear sent that guy packing in the other direction.
Mac was definitely a man she wanted in her corner...too bad she couldn’t risk having him in her bed.
* * *
Mac’s cell vibrated in his pocket just as he hit the entrance to the lobby of the resort. Glancing at the screen, he darted to the side of the building and slid his finger to answer the call.
“Ryker. What do you have?”
“Nothing yet on the scrolls, but we have a problem.”
Not what Mac wanted to hear. He was having enough problems trying to remain on the strictly friend level with Jenna. Throwing in a dose of family issues wasn’t going to help his mood.
“It’s Shane,” Ryker went on.
Shane, Braden’s nemesis and all-round world-class ass. He’d tried to ruin their family years ago when a business deal had gone sour. He’d attempted to sic the authorities on Patrick, who’d still been running the show. Only Shane hadn’t been smart enough to realize the commissioner, the police chief and the FBI director were in the O’Sheas’ back pocket. Poor Shane, rookie mistake.
“What the hell is he doing now?”
“I have no clue who is feeding him information, but he’s been following me for two days.”
Mac glanced around to make sure nobody could hear him. “What the hell does he want?”
“No idea,” Ryker stated. “He’s trying to be sneaky, but I spotted him when I got to my hotel. I had Laney check into his travel arrangements, and he has an open-ended airline ticket. He’s also staying in my hotel. Laney made things a bit difficult for him by hacking into his bank account and moving his funds around.”
Mac ran a hand over his face. His sister, the computer hacker. She’d be dangerous if they gave her too much leeway.
“Did you call Braden?”
The cell rustled on the other end before Ryker’s reply came through, his tone hushed as if he were worried about being overheard. “He texted me yesterday and said not to bother him unless I found the scrolls. Claimed something about a personal problem with Zara. I didn’t ask any more.”
Mac frowned. He’d gotten a text from Braden telling him there was a slight issue at home, but it was nothing for Mac to worry about. What was going on?
“That’s not all,” Ryker went on. “Laney received a threat from Shane through her email. He tried to encrypt it, but she was able to trace it back to him.”
Mac gripped the phone. Nobody threatened his family and lived to follow through. “What did the message say?”
“She wouldn’t tell me, but I could tell she was shaken up.”
“It’s not like her to be caught off guard,” Mac stated. They’d never known any other way of life, so the contents of the email must have been pretty harsh.
“There’s more,” Ryker stated. “Someone tried to grab her as she went into a coffee shop two days ago. Luckily an off-duty cop was there and was able to stop it.”
Mac’s