The truth about sunk him to his knees.
“You have a point.” Trevor studied him. “I don’t like being away from her so much, but it’s what I do.”
“And it’s dangerous.” Mac didn’t need to ask specifics. He could read the truth in Trevor’s frame, his stance, the way he measured everything around him as if prepared to defend himself. “She loves you, you know. All that sappy orphan crap makes her worry about you even if she won’t say it.”
Trevor grinned, and it made the guy look even more like Maggie. “Orphan crap?” He laughed. “You say that to my sister?”
“Sure. I’m not going to pity her because she had a rough childhood. You want my opinion, it gave her a leg up. That woman is mean.”
Trevor’s grin widened. “Yeah, she is, isn’t she?”
“She gives me shit all the time.” Mac smiled thinking about it. “She’s always telling me what to do, and I’m the boss. You’d think because she’s little that she’d be easier to work around, but she’s not.”
He paused in thought, wishing he felt better about loving her. The dreaded L word.
What if she ditched him too? He didn’t have the best track record when it came to women. First his mother, then Julie. Now he felt himself loving again for the first time in years. What would stop her from ripping out his heart and stomping on it?
“No, she’s not easy to deal with,” Trevor said quietly.
Mac didn’t know what had happened, but her brother put out his hand.
“Sorry,” Trevor apologized. “I’m protective and it seems I don’t need to be. Truce?”
“Ah, sure.” Mac shook his hand, and this time there was no contest, just a meeting of two men who wanted the best for Maggie.
“Let’s go back in and see if we can rattle your uncle. The man wants to date Mimi. He’s gotta have brass balls, I tell you.”
Mac chuckled. “He was Corps too.”
“Yeah? Figures. He’ll need to be strong to handle her.” Trevor walked with him back to the house. “Some women are like that. Make you work for them, but there’s that payoff at the end.”
“Payoff?”
Trevor smiled sadly, and just that quickly, the sorrow vanished. “When they say I love you and mean it, you know you’ve struck gold.” Trevor punched him in the arm. “So don’t blow it, jarhead. Or after Maggie’s through gelding you, I’ll take a shot at making your life miserable.”
“Oh yeah. You’re definitely related.” Mac followed him inside and joined in the laughter and joy of the holiday.
But as he smiled with the others, his gaze continued to meet Maggie’s.
He couldn’t help but wonder if he’d made a mistake by not pulling back when he’d had the chance. Now, he knew, it was too late. He’d fallen in love.
Chapter Thirteen
Maggie couldn’t believe her brother had shown on Christmas Eve. As if Santa himself had heard her wishes and made them come true, she was fortunate enough to spend the evening with her family and friends. And Mac, the man who’d come to mean so much to her.
She took Trevor home with her and spent the night on her couch, forcing his big body into her bed, where he’d fit. She hadn’t had more than a brief moment to wish Mac a merry Christmas before she and Trevor had left Mimi’s. With everyone seeming to watch her and Mac like a hawk, they’d had little interaction together.
But wow, when he’d grazed her hand or nudged her thigh with his on the couch, she’d thought she’d go up in flames. After being with him and making love, the days spent without him next to her felt like months. She felt stupid for such a reaction, especially since two days apart was nothing. Still, the sense of loss persisted. She fell asleep wondering if he missed her as much as she missed him.
Christmas came all too soon, and her brother woke her with a steaming mug of coffee.
“Oh, it truly is Christmas. I don’t have to make the stuff myself.”
He grinned and waved it under her nose. “Merry Christmas, Maggie. I missed you.”
Her eyes filled, and she sat up and hugged him tight.
“Easy. I don’t want to accidentally give you third degree burns and have to explain myself to your bruiser of a boss.” He watched her face and sighed. “So, short stuff, want to tell me about the guy with muscles on top of muscles who watched you like a kid eyeing a stick of candy all night long?”
She flushed, secretly pleased Mac had paid her the attention. “He’s, um, my boss.”
“I know. He said you’re mean.”
She frowned. “I am not. He said that?”
Trevor nodded. “Yep. Said you’re not easy to work around. I think he likes you. How do you feel about him?”
I’m afraid I love him. She swallowed hard. “He’s okay, I guess. Now can I have that coffee?” He handed it to her, and she took it with thanks. “Just the way I like it, light and sweet.”
“Unlike your boyfriend,” Trevor muttered.
“Excuse me?”
“Oh hell. He watched you the way a hungry dog eyes a bone. He had to have made a move on you already. You’re cute, and he’s the type.”
“I know you’re not acting all protective over me within twenty-four hours of you being home. On Christmas.”
Trevor groaned and sat on the table across from her. “I love you, Maggie. I missed you a lot this last trip.” He paused. “I’ve decided I need a change. I’m moving back here.”
She froze, then put her coffee down slowly. “You mean it? You’re moving back to Seattle?”
“For good. Oomph.” He caught her before they both fell off the table and accepted the hug she forced on him. “Nice to know you’re no longer calling me names.”
“Like liar and secret government spy and hero for hire?”
“Yeah, like those,” he said drily.
She sat back on the couch. “Trevor, I know you do dangerous work. I love you, and I worried for you. I just want you to be safe and happy.”
A shadow crossed his face, but she knew better than to pry. Trevor was a lot like Mac in many ways. Stubborn, protective, and he’d only say what he wanted when he wanted, and not before.
“I’ll be happy here with you.” He smiled at her, and the lost look in his eyes vanished.
“So what will you do now that you’re back?”
He shrugged. “I have a few things in mind. A friend of mine is in charge of a big security firm in town. He needs some muscle.” At her look, he amended, “Brain muscle.”
She scoffed, “Yeah, right. Look, I give up with trying to nag you into being a boring desk man. I’m just glad to have you home finally.”
“But too late to nab Shelby. Damn.” He winked. “I hear she’s engaged. It’s all Mimi would talk about last night, when she wasn’t cozying up to Ian. Poor bastard.”
Maggie laughed. “Yeah. Scary. But if anyone can handle her, I’m sure it’s Ian. He’s a tough one.”
“Like his nephew, hmm?”
“Oh be quiet. It’s Christmas. Now where’s my present?”
Later in the evening, after Maggie and Trevor left Shane’s Christmas party, they returned home. The party had been a blast. Everyone celebrated Shane and Shelby getting engaged, and Mac and Maggie could smile at one another and be close without setting off any alarm bells, or so she’d assumed. At home after a rousing six hours of extended family time, Trevor begged off, claiming jet lag, but Maggie knew he was giving her the easy way out. She left him alone and headed to Mac’s house, her gifts in tow.
She knocked on the door after double-checking the text he’d sent her. Eight on the dot, and she’d come alone. Funny guy.
He opened the door and dragged her inside. Before she could say anything, he shut the door, plucked the bag from her hand, and set it aside before kissing the breath out of her. He had her tight against him, pushing his erection into her belly with insistence.