reflection. Even though he was pissed that Caitlin hadn’t bothered to call him, he wasn’t going to give Aaron Workman the satisfaction of knowing he was mad.
The elevator stopped and opened. He strode across the hall and rang the bell. Moments later, the door opened.
“Morning, Kenny,” Aaron said, and stepped aside to let him in.
“Workman,” Kenny muttered, then lifted his head like a dog testing the air for the scent of prey. “Where is she?”
“In her room, lying down. Follow me, I’ll show you.”
“I know where her bedroom is,” Kenny said, and pushed past him.
Aaron was right on his heels. He wasn’t going to give Leibowitz the opportunity to hassle Caitlin. Not today. She already had more on her plate than she could say grace over.
Kenny knocked once, then strode into Caitlin’s room without waiting for permission to enter. He’d practiced what he was going to say all the way across town, debating with himself as to whether he should admit to being insulted that she hadn’t called him personally or be completely sympathetic to her injuries. When he saw her face, he opted for the sympathy route.
“My God!” he gasped, then crossed the room to sit down on the side of her bed. “You poor, poor darling. Are you all right? Why didn’t you call me? I should have been there for you.” Then he glared at Aaron, as if it was all his fault.
Aaron ignored him and looked at Caitlin. “Want me to stay?”
Kenny spun, his face twisted in anger. “What the hell do you mean? I’m not going to pounce on her the moment your back is turned. Get out, before I throw you out.”
“Kenny, for God’s sake, lower your voice,” Caitlin murmured, clutching her hands to her head. “My head hurts, and I’m not in the mood to listen to you two fight.”
“Sorry,” he said. “But I won’t be treated like a—”
“The next person who raises a voice in this room is going out of here on his ass.”
Caitlin moaned and closed her eyes, shutting out the big man standing in the doorway. This was getting better by the moment. Aaron and Kenny barely tolerated each other, but it had never been a problem before. Now they were acting like two jealous suitors. Toss in the added distraction of dealing with Connor McKee and the sanctity of her home had pretty much been screwed.
“Really,” she muttered, glaring at Mac from the bed. “I fail to see the need to resort to physical violence.”
“I haven’t hurt him…yet,” Mac drawled.
Kenny paled. The man in the doorway was a stranger—a big stranger. And from the look on his face and the size of his hands, he looked as if he could make good on his threat. His mood shift was immediate as he laid a proprietary hand on Caitlin’s leg.
“Who is he?” he asked.
“He’s Aaron’s brother, Connor McKee.” She looked at Mac and spoke a little louder. “Mac, Kenny Leibowitz is my publicist.”
Mac did little more than nod, while Kenny’s eyebrows arched dramatically. His gaze slid from Aaron to Mac and back again.
“Well…it’s easy to see where all the testosterone went in your family,” he drawled.
The slight made the gleam in Mac’s eyes a little brighter, but Aaron just laughed.
“Kenny, Kenny, Kenny, methinks you doth protest too much about your own.”
Kenny stood abruptly, his fists doubled. At that moment, Mac took charge.
“You,” he said, pointing at Kenny. “Get out. Now. Aaron, explain the situation to Mr. Leibowitz and then show him out the door. If he has any more communicating to do with Caitie, he can do it by phone.”
Kenny’s face grew red with anger. “You can’t just—”
“Please, Kenny, I’m not up to this. The doctor told me to rest, not referee. Aaron, fill Kenny in on what’s happening and, Kenny, I’d better not find out you’re using any of it to publicize Dead Lines. ”
Caitlin’s voice was soft and shaky, but it got the desired result. Leibowitz flushed as Aaron walked out of the room. He looked
The elevator stopped and opened. He strode across the hall and rang the bell. Moments later, the door opened.
“Morning, Kenny,” Aaron said, and stepped aside to let him in.
“Workman,” Kenny muttered, then lifted his head like a dog testing the air for the scent of prey. “Where is she?”
“In her room, lying down. Follow me, I’ll show you.”
“I know where her bedroom is,” Kenny said, and pushed past him.
Aaron was right on his heels. He wasn’t going to give Leibowitz the opportunity to hassle Caitlin. Not today. She already had more on her plate than she could say grace over.
Kenny knocked once, then strode into Caitlin’s room without waiting for permission to enter. He’d practiced what he was going to say all the way across town, debating with himself as to whether he should admit to being insulted that she hadn’t called him personally or be completely sympathetic to her injuries. When he saw her face, he opted for the sympathy route.
“My God!” he gasped, then crossed the room to sit down on the side of her bed. “You poor, poor darling. Are you all right? Why didn’t you call me? I should have been there for you.” Then he glared at Aaron, as if it was all his fault.
Aaron ignored him and looked at Caitlin. “Want me to stay?”
Kenny spun, his face twisted in anger. “What the hell do you mean? I’m not going to pounce on her the moment your back is turned. Get out, before I throw you out.”
“Kenny, for God’s sake, lower your voice,” Caitlin murmured, clutching her hands to her head. “My head hurts, and I’m not in the mood to listen to you two fight.”
“Sorry,” he said. “But I won’t be treated like a—”
“The next person who raises a voice in this room is going out of here on his ass.”
Caitlin moaned and closed her eyes, shutting out the big man standing in the doorway. This was getting better by the moment. Aaron and Kenny barely tolerated each other, but it had never been a problem before. Now they were acting like two jealous suitors. Toss in the added distraction of dealing with Connor McKee and the sanctity of her home had pretty much been screwed.
“Really,” she muttered, glaring at Mac from the bed. “I fail to see the need to resort to physical violence.”
“I haven’t hurt him…yet,” Mac drawled.
Kenny paled. The man in the doorway was a stranger—a big stranger. And from the look on his face and the size of his hands, he looked as if he could make good on his threat. His mood shift was immediate as he laid a proprietary hand on Caitlin’s leg.
“Who is he?” he asked.
“He’s Aaron’s brother, Connor McKee.” She looked at Mac and spoke a little louder. “Mac, Kenny Leibowitz is my publicist.”
Mac did little more than nod, while Kenny’s eyebrows arched dramatically. His gaze slid from Aaron to Mac and back again.
“Well…it’s easy to see where all the testosterone went in your family,” he drawled.
The slight made the gleam in Mac’s eyes a little brighter, but Aaron just laughed.
“Kenny, Kenny, Kenny, methinks you doth protest too much about your own.”
Kenny stood abruptly, his fists doubled. At that moment, Mac took charge.
“You,” he said, pointing at Kenny. “Get out. Now. Aaron, explain the situation to Mr. Leibowitz and then show him out the door. If he has any more communicating to do with Caitie, he can do it by phone.”
Kenny’s face grew red with anger. “You can’t just—”
“Please, Kenny, I’m not up to this. The doctor told me to rest, not referee. Aaron, fill Kenny in on what’s happening and, Kenny, I’d better not find out you’re using any of it to publicize Dead Lines. ”
Caitlin’s voice was soft and shaky, but it got the desired result. Leibowitz flushed as Aaron walked out of the room. He looked
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