Without Fear - Reese Knightley Page 0,15

threw up his hands with a pout. “I possess a video of a murder.”

Logan carefully watched Macy’s face; the slight tip of his chin told him that Macy had set out to shock him. He scooped up another bite of potatoes.

Macy tapped his fingers against his lips and Logan fixated again on the pale pink nail polish. It was a fucking turn on to think of those long fingers and nails stroking over him, but first things first.

“Does this have something to do with your disappearance those two weeks?” he asked around a bite of food.

“No,” came the short reply. Figuring he wasn’t going to find out why, he tried another tactic.

“So, how did you come into possession of the video?”

“I recorded it.”

Well, well, the plot certainly does thicken.

“Who’s Mercedes Giles?”

“Do you want to go swimming?” Macy jumped up and carried his plate toward the house.

He watched Macy’s butt disappear back through the patio door and into the house. Eating his last bite of food, he stood and found the younger man at the sink in the kitchen.

“I don’t see a pool,” he said, attempting to ease the tension.

“There’s one.” Macy gave a relieved sounding sigh and smiled at him.

“It’s raining,” he pointed out, inching closer.

Plucking the plate from his hand, Macy rinsed it and put it in the dishwasher. “It’s indoors.”

The dishwasher slammed shut and Macy was hot footing it toward the hallway.

Logan lunged and gripped the man’s arm to keep him from darting away.

“Macy, stop running.”

“I’m not.” Macy whirled on him with a glare and poked a finger into his chest.

Logan dropped his hand, but didn’t back up. “We can go swimming, we can watch a movie, hell, we can even go on a hike, but at some point before we leave here, you need to tell me.”

“Tell you what?” The man’s nostrils flared and a pulse throbbed in Macy’s pale throat.

“Everything.”

Macy

Everything?

The husky, growling voice sent a shiver down his spine and throbbing through his body. Oh, good lord.

How could he tell Logan everything? He hadn’t done that since Frank. God, he wondered if Stanton had heard from Frank.

“Macy?”

He closed his eyes against the burn and opened them to find Logan’s forest green gaze locked with his own. Why did the look in the man’s eyes get to him so much? Logan’s kind gaze made him feel guilty.

“Okay, I’ll tell you, but in my own damn way.” He clenched his teeth.

The side of Logan’s mouth quirked. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Fingers lifted to brush back a long strand of loose hair from his cheek. Macy froze, the touch locked his muscles and swelled his cock. Oh crap, don’t be gentle.

He regretted taking Justin’s advice about wearing his hair loose. Logan seemed fascinated by it. Macy wanted to shove the guy away or purr and arch beneath Logan’s strong hands.

He shuddered when Logan’s rough palm cupped the side of his neck and his thumb brushed just beneath his jaw. As easy as breathing, Macy let his head fall back. Please kiss me. With lids at half mast, he watched Logan’s eyes and then mouth before licking his own lips.

“How about that swim?” Logan smiled and stepped back, dropping his hand.

Oh, you fucker!

Macy gasped, his stomach swirling like he’d just stepped off a rollercoaster ride, and he fisted his hands. Whirling around, he marched out of the kitchen with Logan’s soft chuckle following him.

If they weren’t trapped together, he’d end it.

That was a lie, but it had sounded good in his head. He could no more stay away from Logan than he could from makeup. He only wished he could wear Logan like his foundation and preferably over his whole body. He adjusted his tightening pants and grumbled.

Freaking tease!

Logan’s footsteps followed him and Macy whirled around, hair flying.

Logan’s eyes ran over his body and the tight pants that showed too much of what he was feeling. Damn it.

“Don’t let the clothes fool you,” he warned.

“I’m not fooled by your choice of clothing,” Logan husked back.

He planted his hands on his hips. “Just so you know, I make no apologies for who I am.”

“Did I ask for any?”

He squinted at the beefcake. “I’m making sure you don’t get any ideas.”

“Oh, I have ideas, Macy. Trust me, but they don’t include your designer choices.”

His lips twitched, he couldn’t help it. Have I met my match?

“What exactly do you want from me?” He didn’t let on a damned thing.

Logan’s eyes glittered in the dim light. “A chance.”

“Of?”

“Letting me in. Let me