there daily when the guys made their rounds.
He wasn’t built to take a backseat. And that was what he’d been doing for the past seven days while they waited for Tony Siegel or his men to make a move on Macy.
Of course, the past week hadn’t been all bad.
He’d spent the days lounging with Macy in bed, and then barbecuing at night with the guys on the beach house deck. He’d gotten to see how much the men respected Macy and the way his lover handled himself. Macy was mind-blowingly efficient. People misjudged him by his looks and that was a mistake, but not his men. Logan was more guilty of that and struggled with his need to coddle Macy. He knew it was only a matter of time before Macy let loose with the growing storm his eyes promised. When that happened, he would be in a world of shit. The crazy thing was that he was trying to change, but his nature of taking care of the ones he loved was overriding any good sense where Macy was concerned.
US Marshals Whiplash Tauber and James Stanton showed up the night Macy had spoken of them, and the pair had found their own accommodations. Logan had only seen brief glimpses of the two men. Jett and Nathan had basically moved in and one or the other could be found crashed out on the couch and one on the floor, because all the rooms were taken by his men.
All in all, the operation was going as planned. Each night before Macy left in an attempt to coax Tony Siegel out of hiding, Macy applied makeup and dressed in tight pants and glittering shirts. Every morning when Macy got up, he went barefoot in faded blue jeans and a loose-fitting t-shirt.
Over the past year, he’d wondered who the real Macy was. Now, he knew Macy was a combination of both. The sweet and sassy waiter and the badass FBI agent.
Logan didn’t mind either. In fact, he enjoyed the hell out of Macy’s “let’s get down to business and take out the bad guys” attitude, but also his snarky wit when he was annoyed or playful.
Macy seemed to make it his mission to keep him on his toes, and Logan had to admit he liked it. No, he loved it. He loved the hell out of it and Macy.
Fuck. How had he fallen so hard? The problem was, he wasn’t sure Macy felt the same. Sure, the man was attracted to him, the nights spent burning up the sheets were a testament to that, but was that all he was? A hot fuck?
Screw that. He pulled off the sling and tossed it on the bed and dressed quickly. Tugging on a jacket, he eased it up over his arm and then moved his arm around. Yeah, it was tender as fuck, but he was going tonight.
“Hey, boss,” Jaxon said when he entered the dining room. The table was filled with maps and weapons. It was their makeshift armory. When they ate, they usually sat out on the big porch or around the television in the living room.
“Hey,” he said.
Logan picked up his gun and checked the chamber before tucking it into the back of his jeans. Taking several clips, he put those away in his jacket.
Macy came out of the bathroom and almost missed a step when he spotted him dressed to go out. Logan turned back to the table, but he could feel Macy’s eyes on him.
The agent quietly stepped up beside him, lifted a weapon, and loaded it.
Logan chanced a glance at Macy to find those cornflower blues, minus charcoal outline, focused on his face.
“What’s the plan?” he asked gruffly.
The room dropped into silence as if bracing for a battle.
Macy’s lips pursed, then a slow smile grew. Logan was almost fearful to hear the scheme.
“Date night.” Macy grinned.
“Oooh la la,” Hayden snickered, and Felix playfully shoved the man on the shoulder. Hayden returned the shove and the pair were off, banging out the back door and racing down the darkened beach.
Macy rolled his eyes and turned back toward the bedroom. “I need to get ready.”
Some twenty minutes later, Macy emerged from the room. Logan had found a comfortable spot in one of the big, cushioned chairs in the living room. He coughed, choking on his own saliva when he caught sight of the gorgeous man.
Painted-on, shiny black pants hugged an impossibly small waist and perfect ass. The bright pink, shimmery shirt