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That was when the puzzle pieces all fell in to place, suddenly and completely. Mac was astounded that it had taken him this damn long to put the picture together, but then again, he’d been so focused on Mirrie all day, he hadn’t had the brain power to consider anyone or anything else.
Ace’s ex-boyfriend owns a café down on Brock Street, Aidan said. Mirrie said that Spider had negotiated successfully for her safety… that he had something on the Fallen Angels, something big.
Well, Mac’s ass was currently parked on the corner of Brock and if Spider was Ace’s ex, that was about as big a bargaining chip as Spider could throw at the MC Vice. Mac stared over at Spider and his boyfriend, absolutely convinced that he was looking at the biggest fucking secret in Ace’s life.
The biggest secret – and the biggest threat.
**
Mirrie heaved a sigh as three o’clock inched closer. She was wiped out, close to tears, shaky and upset. Having Shane sit right the fuck there for eight hours had been nothing short of devastating: ignoring him had damn near killed her. But she’d done it.
She nodded at Spider, headed in to the staff room. She was sure that Shane would try to prevent her from leaving and she braced herself for that. She’d call the cops if he followed her out of the café, she resolved. No way he was getting her alone… no way she could handle that.
Slowly, trying to find the energy for the fight that she was sure was waiting for her, she tugged on her jean jacket. Her face in the mirror was strained and drawn and she sighed again. God, she needed a decent sleep, but she was sure that wasn’t going to happen tonight.
She straightened her shoulders, marched out of the back room. Sure enough, Shane was standing, those amazing blue eyes fixed on her. She shook her head, walked over to him, stared at him hard.
He looked down at her, shocked that she was actually acknowledging him. “Umm… hi?”
“Don’t follow me,” she said abruptly.
Mac grinned at her in that totally disarming way that he had. “I wasn’t going to.”
“I’m serious,” she insisted. “Legally, you can sit here and be a paying customer and I can’t do a damn thing about that if Spider says it’s OK… but if you follow me out of this café? That’s stalking, plain and simple.”
“I know.”
“I’ll call the cops.”
“I get it.”
She paused. “So… you give up?”
Mac crossed his arms and gave her that grin again. “You’re kidding, yeah?”
“No.” She narrowed her eyes. “I won’t talk to you. Not ever.”
“You’re talking to me now,” he pointed out.
“Only to tell you that whatever you hoped to get by sitting her for eight hours, it hasn’t worked.”
“Maybe not today,” he said agreeably. “But there’s always tomorrow.”
She froze. “Tomorrow?”
“And the day after,” he said. “And the day after that and the day after that. Really, I can come and sit here and drink coffee for a while, sweet thing.” He winked. “A good, long while.”
“You wouldn’t,” she whispered.
“Oh, I would.” His grin was gone now and his handsome face was intense. “You know I would.”
“Shane, please… don’t.”
“Then talk to me, Mirrie.” God, the way he said her name in that husky voice was almost her undoing. “Just talk to me. Ten minutes is all I’m asking for.”
“No.”
“Five?”
“ No .”
He made a sound in his throat, half-sigh and half-grunt of impatience. “Babe, I can keep you safe. I can keep us both safe.”
“You can’t.”
“I can . Let me tell you –”
“No.” She wrenched open the door, stomping down hard on the bright burst of hope that had flared in her chest at his words. “Stay away from me, Shane. For both of our sakes.”
“I can’t.” His tone was resigned and final at the same time. “I won’t. Not until I tell you what I know, what I can do.”
Mirrie launched herself out the door and in to the busy street,
That was when the puzzle pieces all fell in to place, suddenly and completely. Mac was astounded that it had taken him this damn long to put the picture together, but then again, he’d been so focused on Mirrie all day, he hadn’t had the brain power to consider anyone or anything else.
Ace’s ex-boyfriend owns a café down on Brock Street, Aidan said. Mirrie said that Spider had negotiated successfully for her safety… that he had something on the Fallen Angels, something big.
Well, Mac’s ass was currently parked on the corner of Brock and if Spider was Ace’s ex, that was about as big a bargaining chip as Spider could throw at the MC Vice. Mac stared over at Spider and his boyfriend, absolutely convinced that he was looking at the biggest fucking secret in Ace’s life.
The biggest secret – and the biggest threat.
**
Mirrie heaved a sigh as three o’clock inched closer. She was wiped out, close to tears, shaky and upset. Having Shane sit right the fuck there for eight hours had been nothing short of devastating: ignoring him had damn near killed her. But she’d done it.
She nodded at Spider, headed in to the staff room. She was sure that Shane would try to prevent her from leaving and she braced herself for that. She’d call the cops if he followed her out of the café, she resolved. No way he was getting her alone… no way she could handle that.
Slowly, trying to find the energy for the fight that she was sure was waiting for her, she tugged on her jean jacket. Her face in the mirror was strained and drawn and she sighed again. God, she needed a decent sleep, but she was sure that wasn’t going to happen tonight.
She straightened her shoulders, marched out of the back room. Sure enough, Shane was standing, those amazing blue eyes fixed on her. She shook her head, walked over to him, stared at him hard.
He looked down at her, shocked that she was actually acknowledging him. “Umm… hi?”
“Don’t follow me,” she said abruptly.
Mac grinned at her in that totally disarming way that he had. “I wasn’t going to.”
“I’m serious,” she insisted. “Legally, you can sit here and be a paying customer and I can’t do a damn thing about that if Spider says it’s OK… but if you follow me out of this café? That’s stalking, plain and simple.”
“I know.”
“I’ll call the cops.”
“I get it.”
She paused. “So… you give up?”
Mac crossed his arms and gave her that grin again. “You’re kidding, yeah?”
“No.” She narrowed her eyes. “I won’t talk to you. Not ever.”
“You’re talking to me now,” he pointed out.
“Only to tell you that whatever you hoped to get by sitting her for eight hours, it hasn’t worked.”
“Maybe not today,” he said agreeably. “But there’s always tomorrow.”
She froze. “Tomorrow?”
“And the day after,” he said. “And the day after that and the day after that. Really, I can come and sit here and drink coffee for a while, sweet thing.” He winked. “A good, long while.”
“You wouldn’t,” she whispered.
“Oh, I would.” His grin was gone now and his handsome face was intense. “You know I would.”
“Shane, please… don’t.”
“Then talk to me, Mirrie.” God, the way he said her name in that husky voice was almost her undoing. “Just talk to me. Ten minutes is all I’m asking for.”
“No.”
“Five?”
“ No .”
He made a sound in his throat, half-sigh and half-grunt of impatience. “Babe, I can keep you safe. I can keep us both safe.”
“You can’t.”
“I can . Let me tell you –”
“No.” She wrenched open the door, stomping down hard on the bright burst of hope that had flared in her chest at his words. “Stay away from me, Shane. For both of our sakes.”
“I can’t.” His tone was resigned and final at the same time. “I won’t. Not until I tell you what I know, what I can do.”
Mirrie launched herself out the door and in to the busy street,
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