Without Fear - Reese Knightley Page 0,22
Macy mumbled. Opening his eyes, he plucked at his pants. They’d both showered, regretfully alone, but Logan had seen the wisdom of it since they didn’t have condoms and lube.
“I’m worried about Frank.”
“How long has he been missing?” Logan tugged Macy back until the man was leaning against his chest. He tightened his arms.
“For three days, I think,” Macy answered him, then grew quiet.
Logan tipped his head to the side so he could see the curve of Macy’s cheek and the thickness of his lashes.
Feeling his gaze, Macy flashed him a quick, sweet smile. Even without makeup, Macy’s features stood out. The man was absolutely gorgeous. Not in a cutesy, boy-next-door kind of way, but more in the clean lines of his facial features, the long neck and strong jaw, the sweep of his brow. He could literally look at the man for hours and never grow tired.
“I need to draw Siegel out. I need to find out if he’s got anything to do with Frank’s disappearance,” Macy said and hopped off the couch.
“I don’t think that’s a good-” He stopped mid-sentence when Macy whirled around and glared at him.
“That’s not a good what? A good idea?”
Shit. Temporarily, he’d forgotten who he was dealing with and was again reminded of just how stubborn this man could be.
“Okay, that was a bad choice of words.”
“Yes.” There went that chin, tipping high. “I’ve been doing this long enough to know my shit.”
He gnashed his teeth and stood. “I have a whole security team on standby. Don’t you think it might be beneficial to let us help?”
Macy studied him for a long moment, and Logan could almost picture the wheels turning in that beautiful head.
“I don’t want you involved.”
He cleared his throat before responding. “That’s kind of hard since I am.”
The muscles along Macy’s jaw flexed, then his hands perched on his trim hips.
“Okay, but we do this my way. And stop treating me like I’m made of glass.”
Logan pulled a hand over the stubble on his lip, chin, and jaw to hide his smile.
“You’re the boss.”
Macy reached out and fisted the front of his t-shirt and yanked him close.
“Progress.”
Logan released the breath he’d been holding, glad he hadn’t totally fucked up by coddling this man yet again. It was going to be hard to keep his protective urges in check, but he was going to try. He had a feeling that he wasn’t going to succeed. Where Macy was concerned, he wanted to fight every one of the man’s enemies.
Yet, he knew Macy was beyond cautious and willing to end what they had started before it truly had a chance to get going. Navigating Macy’s temperament was like moving through a minefield. But holy fuck, the man kept him on his toes.
“I bet you were a pistol as a kid,” he grumbled.
“You have no idea.” Macy smirked.
“Tell me.”
“It would take years.”
“I’ve got time.”
Macy rolled his eyes and climbed back on the couch. He sat on the cushion next to him, but turned to face him and Logan leaned back, getting comfortable.
“Once upon a time,” Macy began.
“Hey…” he gave a teasing scowl. “I’m serious.”
Macy giggled. “I bet you were a serious little boy, weren’t you?”
“I’m the oldest, it kind of comes with the job.”
And he had been serious as a child and was still serious now. It was one of the reasons his parents, when he and his siblings were younger, had left him in charge. It was also the reason his siblings still came to him with their problems or when they needed advice. His seriousness had its drawbacks, though. It was also the reason most of the time, he didn’t date. Most men found his seriousness a turn off. Macy, surprisingly, wasn’t turned off. It might be because whenever he was with Macy, he smiled more.
Macy made a sound in his throat and when he shook his head, his long hair spilled over one shoulder and down his arm.
“So, you were the rule maker for your siblings?”
“Yeah.” He caught a thick strand and let it slide through his fingers.
“So, why didn’t you become a colonel in the army like your twin?”
“Too many rules,” he murmured, lifting his eyes from the silky hair in his fist. “I liked the army well enough, but at the end of the day, I wanted to make my own decisions.”
“Control freak?” Macy’s lips pursed with a slow smile.
“No.” He squinted at the smartass. “Besides, weren’t you going to tell me about your antics as a child?”
“Was