Destroy Me - Ella Sheridan Page 0,51

the pub. Lyse hadn’t kneed his balls into his chest cavity the first night he’d shown up here. She’d allowed him into her bed. And she would give herself to him when the time was right.

He was the lucky one indeed.

Chapter Twenty-One

“What do you think?” Fionn asked Mack on the way back to the house.

“I’m thinking of several possibilities out that way. The problem is narrowing it down without eyes.” The older man shook his head. “We’re spread too thin for my liking as it is.”

“Mine too.” As it was, Fionn hadn’t liked being gone this long. They’d managed to hide his presence in the SUV until Mack had gotten closer to town, leaving the impression that three of the men still waited inside, but searching several locations could take all four of them hours. They couldn’t leave Siobhan that long without protection.

“Does Lyse have satellite capability?” Mack asked, his voice thoughtful. And that’s when the lightbulb went off in Fionn’s head as well.

“If she doesn’t, I have no doubt she can get it.” His girl was smart—and sneaky.

Mack’s foot settled more heavily on the gas pedal.

They’d been gone no more than two hours, but Fionn itched to hurry inside, to Lyse—and not just to ask her to hack satellite surveillance for them. When they reached the office, she was right where he’d left her, in front of her computer, fingers flying as code flashed faster across the screen than he could be hopin’ to comprehend. Her thick hair was up in a messy bun, leaving that vulnerable spot at the base of her neck bare. Without thinking, he walked up behind her, grasped her shoulders, and bent to nuzzle that spot that called to him every time he saw it.

Lyse went stiff.

He stilled. “You all right, love?”

Slowly the tension beneath his palms lessened. “Yeah, sure.” She threw him a smile over her shoulder, but he saw the strain in it. “Just not used to the PDA yet.” A flash of worry lit her eyes, like she was afraid she’d offended him. “I like it, don’t get me wrong. Don’t stop.”

The last two words were whispered as Mack entered the room. They hit Fionn like a kick to the gut, the fact that she felt she had to ask for his affection to not be stopping, but when Deacon and King both piled into the room, he knew there’d be no asking her about it right now. Instead he brushed a kiss along her temple and straightened.

Mack pulled out the second computer chair and sat. “Did you ask her yet?”

“Not yet.”

“Can you get us some satellite surveillance time?”

And that was all they discussed for the next couple of hours. How to get it, where. Then Lyse got to work while the others went to bed. Fionn knew better than to try to talk when she was this deep into her work—all he’d get were grunts and the random uh-huh—so he settled for supplying food and watching his own screens, which still showed nothing. If Ferrina had a physical team on them, they were good. They’d found occasional tracks during their perimeter checks, but no sightings on surveillance. Maybe Ferrina was one step ahead of them and had drone or satellite technology.

The thought worried him. It meant the minute they put his mam in a car and tried to get her out of here, Ferrina could track them. Outside this house she was vulnerable. The man was biding his time until he had easier access than a well-defended home, and they all knew Siobhan couldn’t stay here forever.

By morning Lyse had her report for Mack and a stack of surveillance photos for him to go through. They left the lot in his hands after breakfast and went to lie down. He gave her the shower first, then took his, returning to crawl into bed and curl against her back just as he’d done every morning for the past week. And just like every other morning, his cock stiffened immediately. He didn’t bother trying to hide it—Lyse should know he needed her. He wanted her to know, to get comfortable with it, with him.

This morning, though, she tensed against him, just as she had in the office earlier. Fionn narrowed his eyes on her shoulder. “What’s the story, love?”

“What do you mean?”

Even her voice was low, strained. Using his hand on her belly, he pulled until Lyse lay flat on her back, her shoulder digging into his chest, her head just beneath