Killian (Hope City #8) - Kris Michaels Page 0,53
he looked sexy as hell. That squared jaw, intense green eyes, and rippling muscle behind Brock was her man. Her. Man.
She turned back to her brother. “Actually, I think he measures up. Surpasses, actually. What do you think, Mom?”
“Oh, he’s a keeper. That’s for sure.”
The satisfied expression on Brock’s face dropped. “Damn it. You told her already?”
“We told her last night,” Killian spoke from his position at the door.
Brock spun around, almost spilling his coffee in the process. “Well, shit. That took all the fun out of it.”
“Language,” her mom threw out the reprimand.
“Sorry,” Brock acknowledged his mom before he asked Killian, “How’s the leg?”
“Stiff, sore, and seriously black and blue, but I’ll live.” Killian limped out onto the porch.
“Bekki, come help me get breakfast going. Brock, can you stay?” Her mom got up and extended a hand to help Bekki out of the chair.
“I’ll be right there, Mom.” She stepped closer to Killian.
Brock glanced at his watch. “I can. It seems I got up early for nothing.”
“Where is Kallie?” Bekki asked as she leaned into Killian’s rock-hard body.
“She has court today, so she’s sleeping in.”
“How is the separation of working different precincts going?” Bekki craned her neck to see her brother.
“Actually, pretty damn good. I don’t lose my mind with worry because I don’t know what she’s doing. Same for her. Grant is a great partner for Kallie and I just got notified that Jordan is coming back. He has some loose ends to tie up, but I’ll have my permanent partner back and not have to deal with training the newbies.”
Bekki smiled. Her brother’s longtime partner was a stabilizing force in Brock’s life. Jordan was a fixture at family gatherings and she really liked the guy. “Jordan? I’m so glad. When you were talking to Dad last month you were pretty sure the feds were going to keep him indefinitely.”
“He managed to find the bastard and they took him down. Hopefully, the FBI can keep the son of a bitch in custody this time.” Brock tipped his cup back and drained it. “Need a refill. No hard feelings, man. I had to try to mess with my bratty baby sister.” Brock extended his hand toward Killian.
Bekki narrowed her eyes. Bratty? No, he did not. “What did you just call me?”
Killian reached out and shook hands with her brother. “I thought you like your balls where they are.”
Brock laughed and headed toward the kitchen. “I play dirty. She can’t do a thing here; Mom and Dad wouldn’t stand for it.”
“Payback is a bitch, Brock!” Bekki yelled after him.
“Language!” Her mom’s warning floated out of the house over Brock’s laugh.
“Oh, sometimes my brothers are insufferable,” she growled through clenched teeth. Killian wrapped her in his arms and smothered any thought except how good it felt to be held by him. “How is your leg? Last night wasn’t too stressful?”
“Not at all. I’m looking forward to a repeat tonight—without the threat of your father slamming the door open if we are too loud.”
She giggled and leaned into his embrace as he kissed her.
“Bekki, come help with breakfast, please.” Her mom’s voice broke them apart.
“Yeah, Bekki, quit smooching up on that man and come inside.” Brock’s taunt made them both laugh.
“I apologize about Brock. Just wait until they all corner you and ask what your intentions are. They tried it on Ryker.” They slowly meandered toward the kitchen.
“Let me guess, Ryker chewed them up and spit them out.” He allowed her to enter the kitchen first.
“Actually, he gave us great ideas to use on the next unsuspecting sap that one of our sisters dates,” Brock informed them from over by the coffee machine.
“Well, good thing this sap isn’t unsuspecting.” Killian hobbled over and grabbed a cup from the wooden pegs on the wall and poured himself a coffee, adding a small amount of sugar into the cup. He watched as Brock infused the cream and sugar concoction he had with coffee.
“Have a little coffee with your cream and sugar, man?” Brock shrugged off the comment and Killian limped over to the table. Before he sat down, he asked, “Ladies, do you need any help?”
Bekki smiled as she cracked eggs to whip up for omelets. Her man kept winning points, didn’t he?
“Oh, that is so nice of you to offer. No, thank you, we’ve got this, you sit down and take the weight off your leg.” Her mother’s smile was radiant. So was hers. Killian was kind, respectful, stood up for her and