But he couldn’t feel any excitement for anyone but his little sub.
I fucking love her. Shit. As he showered, he couldn’t help wondering if that stuff about his mother and Julie affected him now. Was he really letting his fucked up mother and that bitch Julie ruin a decent relationship? He’d served in the friggin’ USMC. He could handle a pint-sized blond and the emotional rat nest that came with her, right? He was no pussy.
The day flew by in a rush while he tried to come up with some excuse for acting like an idiot. In retrospect, being so down just because she’d gone away for a few days made him look like a fucking dick. His girlfriend—he thought and took a deep breath—had just been handed the best news of her life, and instead of supporting her, he’d turned sulky and acted like one of her many exes.
Later that evening he sat down at the local watering hole, not surprised when Trevor joined him on one side and Shane took the other stool.
“Well what do you know, Shane,” Trevor said with false cheer. “Pussies-R-Us must be meeting here, because lo and behold, it’s the president. Hey Mac.”
“Fuck you.”
“Mimi called me,” Trevor said.
“And Ian called me.” Shane sighed. “We’re here to talk to you.”
Mac groaned. “Please. No more talking, okay? I’m fine. I’m picking up Maggie from the airport tomorrow. Then we’re going back to my place so I can apologize and we can have hot monkey sex with leather and chains. Good enough for you?” He glared at Trevor.
Trevor nodded. “Sounds fine.” His fist shot out before Mac could duck, and the next thing Mac knew, Shane was picking him up off the floor.
Trevor stared at him with disdain. “That’s it? That’s all you’ve got? And you think you’re good enough for my sister?”
Mac flew at him. They knocked several chairs and tables around, and only the fact that the sleet outside kept bar practically empty stopped them from hurting anyone but themselves in the scuffle. Mac nailed Trevor in the face and gut and took a few more punches. But in his state of rage, he didn’t feel much.
Then his old bouncer buddy Jonas, Shane, and two other men pulled him and Trevor apart.
“Sorry, Jonas,” Mac heard Shane explain. “Woman trouble.”
“The blond from before, right? Maggie?” Jonas asked.
“My sister,” Trevor said coldly.
Jonas looked at him, then at Mac’s swelling eye and sighed. To Mac he asked, “I’m guessing you’re not pressing charges?”
“No. Tell Andy I’ll pay for the damages.”
Jonas and the others left while they sat at a table they hadn’t managed to knock over.
Trevor opened his big mouth and said, “According to Mimi, you’re messed up, Jameson. But at least you can hit. For a minute there, I wondered.” He paused. “Maggie hasn’t said much about you to me, but I know my sister. She likes you. A lot.”
“I like her too,” Mac admitted quietly.
Trevor grunted. “Stop being an asshole and talk to her. She won’t stop nagging me until I convince her you’re okay. At first I thought you might be fucking her over with some other woman, but I can see you’re too pathetic to score.”
“Nice one.” Shane nodded. “I would have said it’s sad to see a Marine taken down by a petite blond. Especially because she’s been nothing but nice to you while you sulk like a baby because she left you alone.”
“Dick,” Mac growled. His head fucking hurt.
“But then I realized, when you love someone, you can act totally stupid. Because women mess you up faster than any drug ever could.”
Trevor sighed. “Amen.”
“I don’t…” Mac couldn’t say it. He did love her. “I was stupid, okay?”
“Oh yeah.” Shane’s smugness was going to cost him later. Mac intended on making him pay. “He’s in love.”
“Shut up,” Mac ordered.
To which Trevor replied, “Don’t make me regret giving you a chance to make her happy.”
Mac groaned. “Will you two shut up already? All this love shit is hurting my head.”
“No,” Shane said slowly. “That would be Trevor’s large fists. Make fun of my running skills all you want, but I would have ducked and run from that attack. Only to come back with a chair, mind you. You took that pounding like a heavy punching bag. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone beat you up before. It’s a novel experience.”
“Shut up, dickhead. He didn’t beat me up.”
“This is your best friend?” Trevor asked Shane.
“I know. He’s pathetic, right?” Shane sighed. “My boy is in love, and it’s hard for him. Expressing his feelings is not Mac’s strong suit.”
“Oh, I don’t know,” Mac rasped. “I think I expressed my feelings to Trevor well enough.”
To his surprise, Trevor chuckled. “He’s got you there, Shane. Well, I’m tired. I’m turning in. I’ll see you two ladies tomorrow at the party.” He glared at Mac to make his point, then left.
“I don’t know if I like him or hate him,” Shane said.
“I feel you. But he’s Maggie’s brother, so I’m leaning toward like.”
“And toward love when it comes to Maggie, right?”
Mac groaned.
“I know, I know. No more love talk.” Shane shook his head. “Been there, done that, buddy. At least Maggie has no idea what a moron you’ve been. She just thinks you’re bad at communication. But dude, this is her time to shine. Don’t ruin it for her.”
Mac felt like a total shit. “I know. I get it. I was wrong, okay?”
Shane slapped him on the back, right where Trevor had landed a punch.
Mac sucked in a breath. “Easy.”
“Come on, lunkhead. Let’s get you home before you pick a fight with someone who lands you in jail.” Just as Shane finished warning him, they headed into the parking lot toward Mac’s car. He’d had all of half a beer and had no problem driving. Except Wilson and two of his huge friends stood in the way, uncaring of the weather, apparently.
“Better run, Tinkerbelle,” Mac said to Shane. “I have the feeling dickhead and his girlfriends want to play.”
“You see what I’m saying?” Wilson told his friends. “Nice eye, Jameson. Why don’t my friends and I give you another to match?”
Shane rolled up his sleeves. “Man, it’s been a while since I did this.”
“Just don’t have Shelby blaming me for your injuries,” Mac warned and turned to meet Wilson head on.
The next day at the airport, Mac felt like a huge bundle of nerves. He’d heard big news from his uncle on his way to Sea-Tac. Of all the times for Ian to disclose such an important decision, it had to be today. His uncle wanted Mac to take over at the gym. Mac had to think about it. He would have said yes if he’d been asked before Maggie, but now, he didn’t know what to do.
She stepped into view looking tired but happy. She glanced around, but when she saw him she lit up like a Christmas tree. His heart hammered, and he knew right then and there that she made everything right in his world.
Before she could launch herself over three nuns and a passel of kids who’d broken away from their mother, Mac reached her and pulled her into his arms. He kissed her long and hard, until one of the nuns tapped him on the shoulder.
He flushed. “Oh, sorry.”
The woman smiled. “Love is blind, but children aren’t.”
He tugged her away from the small crowd.
“What happened to your face?” Maggie asked, shocked to see his black eye and bruised cheek, no doubt.