Without Fear - Reese Knightley Page 0,13
clenched his hands. Who was this guy to Macy? He’d said an old family friend. Just how close a friend?
“Let’s go.”
“Where?” He didn’t move.
“You want answers?” Macy scowled and tore off a bite of creampuff and licked the cream clinging to his lower lip. “Then, let’s go.”
Logan gnashed his teeth. He wanted to shake the younger man and eat that fucking cream from his mouth.
Macy snatched up another donut and wrapped it in a napkin and then grabbed the to-go cup of coffee and headed toward the door.
Logan hurried over and made a quick cup of coffee and popped on a lid.
“Thanks,” he told Sam.
“Nice meeting you,” Sam rumbled with a grin.
Logan hurried back through the warehouse and stopped when Macy snatched a few things from the SUV and approached a different car. Opening the front passenger door to a black, four-door Audi, Macy bent over to shove something into the glove compartment. Logan found himself staring at the man’s ass. Sweet holy hell.
“After you.” Macy backed out and dramatically swept his hand toward the seat. Logan snorted and carefully slid inside and shut the door.
Macy slipped behind the wheel.
Logan was hit by the new car smell as he placed his coffee in the holder and buckled his seat belt.
“Ready?” Fingers tapped on the steering wheel.
“Yes.”
“Are you sure?”
He scowled and then clutched at the armrest on the car door when Macy laughed and raced out of the warehouse. Someone from inside was ready because the gate opened when they approached.
The way Macy handled the expensive car was like a wet fucking dream and made him all kinds of curious. What the hell was going on? The confident, sexy man behind the wheel was almost a stranger. Who was Macy? Because he sure the hell wasn’t only a waiter.
“How far is this estate?”
“Not far.”
“Are we going to talk now?”
“Later.”
Macy slowed the car when they came to a stoplight and then took the corner, avoiding the freeway. They raced through the silent wet streets until they reached the outskirts of Aberdeen.
“Whoop, whoop!”
Logan jerked a glance over his shoulder at the siren. A cop car pulled right up to their ass with lights flashing.
“Shoot.” Macy sighed and pulled to the side of the road. The cop car pulled up and parked behind them.
An officer got out and approached the driver’s door.
Macy rolled down the glass and smiled up through the window at the tall, ruggedly handsome, dark-haired cop, causing a slight irritation that sent Logan’s teeth clenching.
Macy would need his registration. Logan flipped opened the glove compartment and every bit of spit dried up in his mouth when he spotted the nose of a nine millimeter Glock nested on top of the papers.
He slammed the glove compartment just as the conversation filtered through his shock.
“Macy,” the cop all but purred.
“Bill.”
“Sam said you were in Aberdeen.”
“Not for long.”
The cop slowly leaned in closer to Macy and glanced through the open window, catching his gaze. The way the cop’s body was leaning in close to Macy further irritated the fuck out of him.
Logan narrowed his eyes and gave a two fingered salute to the guy.
“I wasn’t going too fast, was I?” Macy blinked his lashes at Bill.
“Sixty in a thirty-five, Macy,” Bill drawled and gripped the edge of the open window.
“I’ll slow down, I promise.”
“I’ll tell you what. Let’s get a coffee the next time you’re in town and we’ll call it even.”
Logan snapped his teeth. The fucker was flirting? How the hell did he know he wasn’t Macy’s date or boyfriend for that matter? He made a sound in his throat and Macy threw him an amused glance.
“That sounds nice, Bill.”
After another moment, Bill tipped his hat and returned to his car.
Macy rolled up his window and peeled out from the curb.
Logan grabbed the “oh shit” handle. “Is that gun in the glovebox Sam’s?”
“Nope.” Macy’s lips pursed and popped on the letter P.
Logan made another annoyed sound. “So, it’s yours. Who keeps a gun in the glove compartment?” He figured Macy had gotten it from the SUV. “And more importantly, why’d you bring it on our date?”
Macy rolled his eyes and tossed him a smirk. “Don’t tell me you don’t carry a gun in your glove compartment.”
“Not on dates.”
“Well, good thing I do.” Macy laughed and took a sharp corner. “You know, since we were being followed and all.”
The snarky sprite had made a good point, but he hadn’t answered a damned thing. Macy was being deliberately vague as all hell.
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