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Authors: Lynn Ray Lewis

Tags: #ex military, #mmmf romance, #female bodyguard, #corporate espionage, #menage romance, #action adventure

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When Jenny saw them bringing Mackie back to the house bleeding, surrounded by all the huge men, she started to shake. She saw Eric without his shirt and could only stare at him for a minute before hobbling across the room into his arms and crying that she wanted to go home. “Please, Eric, just take me and the baby back to my place and we will be fine, just let me go back, please.” Her face was swollen on the right side and she was limping and holding her wrist close to her body where Mackie had fashioned a sling for her to hold it. Her hair was matted from going to sleep with wet hair and she was a bedraggled mess but she had never looked more beautiful to the man who held her.

“Uncle, I would like to introduce you to your new niece, Jenny, and in case you missed what she said, we have a son, Eric Junior.” As if the baby heard his name being said he started to whimper and Jenny let go of her husband to see to the little one.

Liam gave Eric a hard look and followed the tiny female into the bedroom to see for himself what kind of trouble the kid had gotten himself into this time. He saw Jenny pull her swollen wrist from the sling and try to pick the baby up with both hands. She ended up rolling the child from the baby seat and into her injured arm, she must not have noticed him standing there watching her because she used her good hand to pull up her blouse and bare her breast for the baby to suckle. The sight of the tiny woman nourishing the small infant was good enough for Liam, at least she loved the child and probably loved his nephew too if what he seen in the kitchen was any indication of her feelings. She seemed very young and Liam wondered where Eric had found her.

John Fielding was taking care of Mackie. He was a doctor, and one of Liam’s closest friends, and it was a good thing he had been there today. His normal job was in the research and development department of Klinger International’s medical division. He liked going on field trips with the guys occasionally but this one wasn’t turning out quite as good as he had hoped. The woman had lost quite a bit of blood. She also had some history with violence from the numerous scars he saw while working to staunch the blood and secure the wound. The deep scratches on her hips were a mystery but the cuts on her hands and arms supported the story that Eric was relating about the rescue. From what Fielding had seen of the wreckage, he could believe she sustained them while rescuing the family. A bloody miracle the SUV hadn’t blown up instead of just burning a little under the hood. The rain must have kept the fire from spreading.

Liam stood next to Fielding as the man sutured the exit wound closed. It looked like a small pile of hamburger before he started, now it looked like a stitched up mess of red and black lines on her white skin. The bullet that had done all the damage was still lodged in her arm just above the wrist and Fielding had him hold her arm so he could remove it. Luckily it hadn’t severed the artery so the blood loss was minimized but still seemed like a lot before Fielding got it stopped and the wound stitched. “We got lucky here, boss, she has a titanium plate over the bone here, it must have been a bad break at one time. The plate kept the bullet from shattering her bone. I cleaned and packed the entrance and exit wounds, and you see what I had to deal with here in front. I like this one, let’s hope she doesn’t hate us when she wakes up.”

Since Liam had been the one to help John strip the bloody wet clothing from her body, he knew why they both looked at the woman with respect. She had several combat wounds and at least three of them looked to be bullet wounds or shrapnel and seven long thin scars from what they had assumed to be knife wounds decorating her pale body. Liam said, “She’s a warrior, she’ll make it. From the looks of her she has seen a lot worse than this. Damn woman, she thought I was going to harm Eric. She had to have seen the team with their rifles before she pulled that .45 on me for Christ’s sakes.” When Liam thought about the deadly look on the woman’s face as she threatened to shoot him, he believed she would have done just what she threatened to do if she hadn’t been shot first or he hadn’t let go of his nephew.

Fielding left to go check on Jenny and Eric. They still had unattended wounds and various ailments that needed a doctor’s opinion.

Liam sat with Mackie, from the driver’s license he found while rummaging through her purse he knew her name was Maxine Vaught and she was thirty years old. Her height was five feet ten inches and she weighed one hundred seventy-five pounds, her eye color was blue and she had brown hair. Those were all statistics from the State of Michigan but he knew more. She had the heart of a lioness when it came to protecting those who she claimed. She was also reckless but beautifully put together. He knew what those big breasts looked like and how a man would lose himself in those tender pillows with the delightful cherry red tips. Her hips flared wide and were just the correct size for a man’s hands to hold while sinking deep inside of her warmth. He decided she would be theirs, if her true personality matched her skills as a potential lady friend. He only hoped she would be open to the notion.

She was semi-conscious by the time the men walked out of her room, and through the slit of her eyes she could plainly see his face again. There was no mistake. The man was the same one who had caught her eyes twice in the past few years when she was in Detroit. She often wondered about him, and truthfully the two men she’d seen him with at those times, but hadn’t had time to learn who they were. Now he was in her home, and she’d threatened to shoot him. Handsome or not, sexy or not, she would have shot him, and apologized after the fact. As it was, she’d been so shocked to see him standing there ready to punch Eric, she hesitated with her first shot and that was not like her. The burning pain in her shoulder and arm was dulled, but not gone, and she let the pain pull her under in sleep. She knew it would get worse before too long, and she would get no sleep from the unrelenting nerves and tissue damage.

Liam had the phone on speaker in a conference call between his grandfather and his father. Eric sat next to him and Jenny sat next to Eric with the little guy on her lap. She held him with her left arm and looked comfortable as she sat quietly. “I’ve had the SUV towed and it is on its way to you for our people to inspect. Eric and Jenny and the baby are fine but as I told you the woman is still not able to stay alone. Any suggestions?” As they talked, a large grey cat jumped onto the table and plopped its butt in front of Liam. The cat started batting at the golden chain around Liam’s neck that was hanging loosely and dangling while the man rested his forearms on the table.

The baby was awake and started to fuss and the, “What is that noise? Are you talking about a
REAL BABY”?
The question was asked by Eric’s great granddad who was Liam’s grandfather, Mason Klinger. Jenny cringed back at the harshness of his voice and Eric confirmed that, “Yes, Granddad, it is a real baby, my baby, and my wife’s name is Jennifer. I think you will like them both. I can hardly wait for dad to get back from overseas, he’s going to love her too.” He gave Jenny a reassuring smile before picking up little Eric and taking Jenny’s arm to lead them into the bedroom to change EJ, as Eric had started to call his son.

Liam glared at the young man as he left him sitting there to answer the older men’s questions. “We can go into more detail after we sort this out here. Long story short is that Eric’s car was shot at and forced off the road with his wife and infant son in it, the woman who is laying in the next room dragged them all out of the vehicle at great peril to herself and brought them into her home, and patched them up as best she could. When we arrived it spooked her, and I was too busy getting ready to punch out Eric’s lights for scaring me half to death when she sent a round into the ground as a warning and threatened to shoot me if I hurt him. Tracey saw someone with a gun pointed my way and shot her. That’s why we are still here, it’s not like I can just leave a woman who saved Eric’s life and got shot by our people to her own devices. We will be lucky if she doesn’t sue us as it sits right now.”

Liam said his goodbyes and hung up the connection. He called the team in and told them his plans. “Tracey, Jordon, and Mortimer will ride back with Eric and his family in the chopper. Fielding and Reynolds will stay here with me until you send the chopper back tomorrow. According to the weather report it’s going to sleet all night tonight and the wind is supposed to be gusting at thirty-five mph. We’ll be fine here for another day or two if we need to stay longer.”

Liam had to swear on his mother’s heart that he would make sure Mackie got through the next few days, and that Liam wouldn’t yell at her or upset her in any way when she woke up before Eric would step a foot outside of the door.

“You don’t understand, Uncle, it’s not just because she got hurt on my behalf, she saved Jenny and EJ and came back to save me too. It’s more a debt of honor as Granddad would say.” Eric grabbed Jenny’s purse and the diaper bag in his free hand, the other arm was holding the child’s safety seat with the handsome baby sleeping comfortably. Jenny was being carried to the helicopter. “Uncle, I can’t tell you how important Mackie is to Jenny and I, think of it as if it was you that she crawled through broken glass and risked her life for. What’s her life worth to you after you’re safe?”

When the chopper took off Liam went into the bedroom to check on Mackie. She was obviously in pain but not one sound came from her. Her back was arched and sweat beaded her forehead and her teeth were bared and clenched. He looked at her hands and found them fisted and trembling.

“Fielding. Fielding, get in here!” he shouted.

Turning to Mackie, he said, “Come on, honey, I’m getting help, hang in there.”

”Fielding, where are you?” and then he ran into the bathroom to get a cold towel to try to cool her down. By the time Fielding came rushing into the room Liam had her stripped to the waist and cold towels almost covering her head and torso. The doctor brought his medical kit in the room with him and prepared a shot of antibiotics and one for pain.

“Damn, I was afraid of this happening, all I have is Demerol for pain and I hope she isn’t allergic. I used the last of the lightweight stuff when I sewed her up. I wasn’t anticipating having to do surgery on a woman when we left Detroit.” He shot the needle into her arm and helped Liam pull her into a sitting position to run the cool towel over her back as soon as she went limp. “I’ll be damned, how in the hell did I miss those?” He was referring to the mass of scars on her back that could have only come from being whipped with something meant to cause pain. “What the hell was this woman into that would cause all these scars?”

After Fielding checked and redressed her wounds, he set up a makeshift IV to get some much needed fluid into her body. He went to make a pot of coffee because it might be a long damn night if she became feverish again. Liam stayed by her side willing the woman to tell him her secrets. No woman that he had ever seen had been through what this one had. It appeared the only places not riddled with scars were her face and from the top of her breasts up to her neck. He felt no pity for her, just rage at those who had hurt her so badly. He started searching her room for clues about her life. The pictures hanging on the walls all featured animals. Her drawers contained serviceable jeans, t-shirts, and cotton underwear. He found himself disappointed there wasn’t a thong in the bunch. The sexiest thing in her wardrobe was an expensive skirt and blazer set from a chain store. He noted three pairs of shoes and wasn’t really surprised to find a gun safe hidden in the closet.

Fielding came in two hours later to allow Liam to check on his messages and grab a bite to eat. As he sat next to her on the bed, he studied her body and the scars decorating so many inches of her tall frame. “I wonder if your personality matches up with the hell you’ve been through.” He brushed the hair from her cheek, and bent to give her lips a light peck, but when he felt her breath whisper over his lips, he rested his forehead to hers. He decided then and there that he would do his best to find out and reconnect with her as soon as she was in better health. She fascinated him, and the fact made him shake his head. “Such strength, and unless I miss my guess, that strength is why you appear to be so alone here in the middle of nowhere, with a cat, and enough guts to shoot a stranger over another stranger.” He pulled the sheet up over her naked body, and left the room before he gave into the impulse to lay down next to her in an effort to comfort her.

Liam fed the cat and continued his search for information about the homeowner. He found nothing until he pulled a laptop from her desk drawer and opened it. The thing was password protected but he cracked it within an hour, FOUR CATZ opened the screen, and he set about snooping through all the information from the computer that he could get into. However, several files he came across he couldn’t gain access to, so he shut down the system and put the laptop back where he found it.

Darryl supervised the loading of Eric’s SUV, and watched as the flatbed drove away before heading back to the little house. He wanted to see if the avenging angel was awake. She was the kind of woman he liked to look at. Her actions so far just made him want to know more about her. He pulled out his phone and sent an e-mail to his office. Eric said her name was Maxine Vaught, aka Mackie. Ham and Gribbler would know what he wanted, and they’d be thorough.

Once the men gathered in the small kitchen, they discussed the woman in the next room.

“She has a small fortune in guns and at least one in every room.” The Smith and Wesson she loaned Eric was sitting on the kitchen counter, the 1911 Colt was sitting beside it and he had counted two loaded 12 gauge pump shotguns over the front and back doors. “There are more pistols under the bathroom sink, next to her bed, and one in the cupboard filled with glasses in the kitchen. She’s either paranoid or she has some pretty impressive enemies.” Liam decided to call his father back. If anyone could find out about anything or anyone, it was Drummond Klinger.

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