unless you’re entertaining, Jaimie. Are you entertaining?” His hand slid down to the satisfying hilt of his knife. He’d do some entertaining of his own if some son of a bitch was moving in on Jaimie. Not waiting for an answer, he tore off his jacket and threw it at her. “Cover up.”
“Go to hell, Mack. This is my home. My bedroom, in case you haven’t noticed.”
Still, she slipped her arms into the jacket and inhaled, rubbing her cheek along the material without thinking, and then stalked across the room to yank open a drawer.
“You’re a long way from home.” Jaimie made the observation as she donned a pair of charcoal sweatpants. “Not to mention you’re a little overdressed for these parts.”
He noticed her hands were trembling as she pulled the edges of his jacket together. Her voice was exactly as he remembered. Soft, husky, beautiful. Like clear running water. It hurt him to look at her. Her chin was in the air- the same defiant Jaimie he’d known forever. But she wasn’t looking at him, not directly, and that wasn’t like Jaimie.
“The next time you want to drop in, local custom demands that you do me the courtesy of knocking.” She paced away from him, back again, unable to rid her body of the adrenaline. “What are you doing here, Mack?”
“We followed a shipment of weapons.”
Her eyebrows shot up. “To San Francisco? To my home?”
“Right to your front door, baby.”
She winced. “I’m not your baby, Mack. That was a long time ago. What are you really doing here?”
“Our information…”
“Mack, come on.” She crossed to the window and looked out over the pounding waves. “You and I both know this is too big of a coincidence. If you weren’t the one to arrange it, then your informer wanted you here. Wanted us together.”
Kane cleared his throat. “The information was, the shipment we’re after was offloaded and stored in this block of warehouses. Corner. High security. That’s this warehouse, Jaimie.”
Her sapphire gaze touched his face, jumped away. “Actually, it’s not. You want the one at the end of this block. Mysterious trucks in the middle of the night. Hard cases, trying to look friendly. You want that warehouse, not mine.” Her gaze swung back to Mack. There was something faintly accusing in the depths of her eyes, but then she glanced away from him-as if she couldn’t bear to look at him. Deep inside, there was a stirring, an answer. Mack could feel his body’s reaction, taut, dangerous, a man’s reaction. Jaimie Fielding. His fists curled. His Jaimie. Stubborn Jaimie, with her outrageous sense of humor, her computer brain, and her pure ethics. Her small teeth bit nervously at her lip, drawing Mack’s immediate attention to the fullness of her soft mouth. He had always wanted to crush her lips beneath his when he saw that mouth-still did. She’d
“I think my rights as a United States citizen have been severely violated,” Jaimie pointed out. “You just invaded my home.”
Mack swept a hand through charcoal hair. “Can it, Jaimie,” he snapped. “This isn’t funny.” Seeing her threw him. Drawing her scent into his lungs sent his body into some kind of permanent overdrive. He was supposed to be disciplined, but somehow, with Jaimie around, his body went haywire, thinking with other portions of his anatomy rather than his brain.
“Do I look like I’m laughing?” Her eyebrows arched in inquiry. “I can assure you, I wasn’t trying to be funny.” At his look, her full, lush lips curled, pursed. “Well, so, all right,” she conceded. “Maybe I was a bit. Your hotshot intelligence group made a big mistake. Left you with egg all over your face. Not to mention I was waiting for you.”
Mack snatched up the frying pan lying beside the sofa. “I suppose you thought you were going to bean the entire team with this.”
A low rumble of laughter swept through the room. Jaimie smirked at them.
“Laugh all you want, hotshots. If I’d been your enemy, you would be dead or wounded right now.”
“She has a point.” Mack’s glittering eyes swept the room. “We’re lucky this isn’t the place.”
Kane watched Mack watching Jaimie. It looked like trouble to him, but then, it always had been trouble when the two of them had been in close proximity. Combustible. Like a match to dynamite. He found himself grinning. “Did you provide the anonymous information?”
“Not a chance,” Jaimie denied staunchly. “I’m sort of doing my own thing here and wouldn’t call attention to myself. Nor do I want an angry neighbor torching the place with me in it if I set the hounds on them.”
“Why all the security?” Paul demanded, unconvinced. “And what’s with all the electronic equipment?”
“I’m a spy for Russia,” Jaimie snapped. “Where’s your search warrant? This is still the United States, whether you have an invisible badge or not.”
“He’s new, Jaimie,” Kane said softly. “Cut him some slack.”
“He’s a hothead.” Her hands were still trembling. Jaimie felt her stomach lurch uncomfortably. “And he’ll get one of you killed.” She pressed one hand to her midsection hard.
“Take them out of here,” Mack ordered Kane, frowning at her action.
“You can go down to the first floor. There’s heat, but little else,” Jaimie said.
“I wouldn’t mind looking at your equipment on the second floor,” Javier said.
“Looks like a sweet setup.”
“I’ll just bet you’d like a look. It’s my new business, Javier.” She flashed him a smile. “And I’m not letting you anywhere near those computers. I don’t need the competition.”
“Maybe you don’t want us to look at them for a reason,” Paul said. Jaimie shrugged, her gaze cool as she looked the man up and down. “Maybe.”
“I’ll take them to the first floor,” Kane said. “And contact the sergeant major to see where our information went haywire.”
Jaimie switched off her elaborate security alarm to speed things up. Mack waited until they were alone. He followed her into the kitchen area and watched as she reached for the teakettle. Tea. Of course. She always made tea when she was upset.
“Are you all right?” he asked gently.
“You took ten years off my life,” she admitted.
He leaned one hip against the cupboards, drinking in the sight of her. “What are you doing here? What is with all the equipment?”
“Just something I’m working on.”
She refused to look at him. Her shoulders were stiff. Her body posture screamed at him to go. “I’ve missed you, Jaimie.” Stubborn, he wasn’t about to back off from a confrontation. She’d taken his heart and soul when she’d left. He’d been a zombie, a machine without a direction. He couldn’t take his eyes from her. He knew there was accusation in his voice, in his expression, but damn it all, she deserved it. “You disappeared without a trace.”
“You had a choice, Mack,” she reminded. “You made it very clear to me where your priorities were. They weren’t with me. With us. It’s called self-preservation.”
“That’s bullshit. You knew I had no idea you’d just disappear.”
“As I recall, you said in no uncertain terms you weren’t ready for any kind of commitment. I took you at your word. What did you think I’d do?”
Weep for him. Wait for him. Crawl back and beg his forgiveness. Not fucking disappear. Never that. She’d taken his life. She’d taken everything he was from him.
“I expected you to realize I was busy.”
She kept her back to him; her hands shook as she lifted the whistling teakettle.
“Busy? You mean your drive to make the world right? Your need to save everyone? You walked out on us, Mack. If you want to pretend you didn’t, if that makes it all good for you, it’s all right with me. I survived. You survived. You have the life you want. I’m good too. I moved on, so I’m guessing we’re both good.”
“Is that what you’re guessing?” He waited until the kettle was safely back on the stove before gripping her arm and spinning her around to face him. “Guess again, Jaimie.”
She didn’t struggle as he’d expected her to. She simply went very still and looked down at the fingers circling
