“Jaimie,” he said softly. “Talk to me.”
She kept her back to him. McKinley. She’d never called him McKinley, even when they’d been best friends. Cannon, McKinley, and Fielding. Where one had been, there was the other, but he had been Mack, always Mack.
“Was this really an accident? A coincidence?”
His fist tightened until his knuckles turned white. “Of course it was an accident.
What else?”
She turned around then, her large eyes luminous, beautiful. Eyes a man could get lost in. “It’s a bit far-fetched, don’t you think? You just happen to get the wrong warehouse and find me in it.”
“It’s a small world.”
“Don’t give me clichés, Mack,” she cautioned. “You scared me to death. I thought you were a burglar.”
“And you were going to attack him with a frying pan? What the hell’s the matter with you?” He had to keep his hands in check when he wanted to step forward and hold her trembling body against the shelter of his. When he needed to touch the silk of her hair and smooth the frown lines from her face.
“I’m keeping a low profile. Shooting a burglar or beating the crap out of him is a good way to advertise my presence, isn’t it?”
He drew in his breath. “You’re working undercover.”
She leaned against the sink and looked at him with her killer eyes. He felt the impact like a wicked punch to his gut and then lower, the pain reminding him he was more than alive.
“I’m starting a new business that requires a good reputation, privacy, and respectability.”
“That’s a load of bullshit. I’m family. If I’m nothing else to you, at least I’m that.”
Her eyes flashed fire at him. Threw sparks. “You broke my heart, Mack. You threw me away for your adrenaline rush. Well, you’ve got the life you wanted. I learned my lesson, and believe me, it was a hard one. You wanted sex and I was handy. I’m attracted to you and was willing to give you just about everything. I didn’t see for a long, long time that that”—she jerked her chin toward the thick, rock-hard bulge in the front of his jeans—“was all that mattered between us, all that you were ever going to give me. It isn’t ever going to be enough for me. I’ve got a life now, Mack. I’m never going to feel like that again, the way you made me feel. I hated myself. I don’t want to see you again. I’m asking you to just stay away from me.”
“Like hell. Like hell I’ll stay away from you.” He stepped closer, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He burned for her. Every moment of every day. He couldn’t think straight without her. She stilled his mind. Made him human. “I can’t breathe without you, and damn you, you know it. You don’t get over what we had. You can’t.
I can’t. We belong together no matter what bullshit you’re telling yourself.”
She shocked him by standing her ground. Staring at him. Her body was still, coiled and ready. She was trembling and there was a slight quiver to her perfect mouth, but she didn’t crumble under his demand as she always had.
“It was your choice to throw us away, Mack, not mine. I’m not going to argue with you about my feelings. You just aren’t entitled to know what I’m feeling anymore. You aren’t entitled to anything of mine. Not my body and not my heart.”
“Think again. If I kissed you, touched you, you’d still belong to me.”
She gave him that casual shrug that ripped his heart out and made him madder than hell. “Probably, Mack. We always had that firestorm to fall back on, but I realized something when you walked away from me: That’s all we had. You told me what to do and I did it, like a puppet. Your puppet. I was good in bed, but you didn’t need me for anything else. There are millions of women who are great in bed. Find one of them, one that just wants sex. I want more and I deserve more. I need more.
You can’t give me what I need, Mack. I’ve accepted that.”
He could hear the quiet acceptance in her voice and panic welled up. She wasn’t stringing him along. She was serious. He risked a breath when his lungs burned for air. He took his gaze from her and looked around the huge warehouse. It was a home.
Unique. Like Jaimie. She was far from Chi cago where they’d grown up. As far as she could get. She really hadn’t provided the information. This wasn’t her plan; someone else had gotten them together. She had made a new life for herself . . . There were flowers in a vase on a table. Roses. Red and white. Jaimie’s favorite.
Jealousy burst like a dam, flooding him with poisonous rage, a dark red stain that spread fast, gripping like a demon. She’d killed him when she disappeared, left him half a man and damn her, she’d just moved on as if he wasn’t part of her heart and soul the way she was his.
“Is there a f**king man living here with you?” He bit out each word. Wrenched the sounds between gritted teeth.
“I’m not doing this with you. I told you I wanted a family, Mack.”
“We were a family. We are a family. It’s always been us.” And what the hell did that mean exactly? He continued to look around the spacious floor for signs of another man.
“Do you remember what you said to me when I asked about getting pregnant?”
“I told you it was fine.”