Armed And Dangerous (The McKinnon Legends - The McKinnon American Men Book 2) by Ranay James Page A
Authors: Ranay James
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position to pretty much do whatever he wanted. She would have no issues with him finding agreeable company. He definitely did not feel guilty about leaving her alone in the hotel room. There was no way that he was snuggling up to this ice queen. Frostbite hurts.
The doors opened and she stepped inside the elevator leading to the private section of the parking garage. He followed only a step behind. Reaching across her, he inserted the pass card allowing him to push the button for the basement level. Stony silence filled the carriage of the elevator as each floor dinged on the electronic panel.
“At some point we will have to get into character.” Barbara broke the heavy silence.
“I know.” He looked at her in the polished stainless steel of the elevator doors thinking the next hour getting to the airport was never going to be enough for him to get into this. The ring on his finger felt foreign.
“Here, this might help,” she offered as if reading his thoughts.
She hit him below the belt. He was looking at the photo of Jesse.
“Dirty pool. Sneaky little bitch.” It was not meant as an insult. It came out with admiration for a worthy opponent. “I’ll have to really watch you, won’t I, Barbie Doll?” His lopsided smile usually did the trick to disarm his female opponents.
It was a miscalculation, he quickly saw.
This was Barbara that he was dealing with and if he did not get that through his head it was going to be a very long week.
They stared at each other in the steel doors.
“Yes, you will have to watch me like a hawk, and never call me bitch again, teasing or otherwise. I may look like a pole dancer, but trust me, Mason, your exotic dancer friends don’t have shit on what I could do to you, in or out of bed.”
That got his attention as he whipped his head around.
She never looked in his direction stepping out of the elevator doors as they opened as if on cue.
Chapter 5
Dallas-Fort Worth Airport
Boarding Area - Terminal D
“For those of you in the boarding area, we will begin boarding Flight 235 to Panama City in ten minutes. Please have your tickets out and passports open for the ticketing agent.”
The announcement came over the intercom alerting them this was it.
“Game on,” Mason whispered under his breath, still trying to get into form. His best skill was recon, not undercover. This was going to be harder than he thought. After he briefed her, they had neither spoken much on the way to the airport nor much more going through security. Now, at the gate there was nothing to occupy them except each other.
He was never one to sit in an airport, so he leaned against a support column and used the vantage point to survey his surroundings. His training and bloodline had taught him to be hyper-observant and sensed that she was there even before she came into his peripheral line of vision.
Barbara looked up and leaned into him placing her hand on his pecks. “Baby, I’m really thirsty. Will you go get me a something from the coffee shop while we still have a little time?” She looked lovingly into his face, blue eyes pleading. “Please?”
“Back off, Barbie Doll,” he spoke the words softly, smiling while he did. He looked down at her hand on his chest, covering it with his own, then squeezed hard enough that it should have hurt. She never flinched, the smile never wavered. Then bringing those same fingers to his lips, he kissed them as if to say, “I’m sorry.”
She nodded in mute acceptance of that apology.
He was being a jerk. He knew it.
He did not want anyone to think that her request or physical contact pissed him off. It didn't, not really, and he went to go get her the drink as would any newly wedded husband would do, he supposed.
Getting a black coffee for himself, he brought her request back handing it to her and taking the seat beside her. He did not like it. It put his back to the crowd, but they were in a secured area. What possibly could happen? He
The doors opened and she stepped inside the elevator leading to the private section of the parking garage. He followed only a step behind. Reaching across her, he inserted the pass card allowing him to push the button for the basement level. Stony silence filled the carriage of the elevator as each floor dinged on the electronic panel.
“At some point we will have to get into character.” Barbara broke the heavy silence.
“I know.” He looked at her in the polished stainless steel of the elevator doors thinking the next hour getting to the airport was never going to be enough for him to get into this. The ring on his finger felt foreign.
“Here, this might help,” she offered as if reading his thoughts.
She hit him below the belt. He was looking at the photo of Jesse.
“Dirty pool. Sneaky little bitch.” It was not meant as an insult. It came out with admiration for a worthy opponent. “I’ll have to really watch you, won’t I, Barbie Doll?” His lopsided smile usually did the trick to disarm his female opponents.
It was a miscalculation, he quickly saw.
This was Barbara that he was dealing with and if he did not get that through his head it was going to be a very long week.
They stared at each other in the steel doors.
“Yes, you will have to watch me like a hawk, and never call me bitch again, teasing or otherwise. I may look like a pole dancer, but trust me, Mason, your exotic dancer friends don’t have shit on what I could do to you, in or out of bed.”
That got his attention as he whipped his head around.
She never looked in his direction stepping out of the elevator doors as they opened as if on cue.
Chapter 5
Dallas-Fort Worth Airport
Boarding Area - Terminal D
“For those of you in the boarding area, we will begin boarding Flight 235 to Panama City in ten minutes. Please have your tickets out and passports open for the ticketing agent.”
The announcement came over the intercom alerting them this was it.
“Game on,” Mason whispered under his breath, still trying to get into form. His best skill was recon, not undercover. This was going to be harder than he thought. After he briefed her, they had neither spoken much on the way to the airport nor much more going through security. Now, at the gate there was nothing to occupy them except each other.
He was never one to sit in an airport, so he leaned against a support column and used the vantage point to survey his surroundings. His training and bloodline had taught him to be hyper-observant and sensed that she was there even before she came into his peripheral line of vision.
Barbara looked up and leaned into him placing her hand on his pecks. “Baby, I’m really thirsty. Will you go get me a something from the coffee shop while we still have a little time?” She looked lovingly into his face, blue eyes pleading. “Please?”
“Back off, Barbie Doll,” he spoke the words softly, smiling while he did. He looked down at her hand on his chest, covering it with his own, then squeezed hard enough that it should have hurt. She never flinched, the smile never wavered. Then bringing those same fingers to his lips, he kissed them as if to say, “I’m sorry.”
She nodded in mute acceptance of that apology.
He was being a jerk. He knew it.
He did not want anyone to think that her request or physical contact pissed him off. It didn't, not really, and he went to go get her the drink as would any newly wedded husband would do, he supposed.
Getting a black coffee for himself, he brought her request back handing it to her and taking the seat beside her. He did not like it. It put his back to the crowd, but they were in a secured area. What possibly could happen? He
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