Bombshell - Men of Sanctuary Series, Book Three by Danica St. Como

kidding? Having another woman in the house in the midst of this hotbed of male hormones—you’re doing me a favor. Plus, with Kamaka here for protection, the two Musketeers felt comfortable enough to leave for the evening. I actually get to stretch out in my own bed with no big hard bodies squishing me. For a few hours, at least. Not that I’m complaining, but after our trip to the Duquesne family’s madcap central, I’ve had my fill of people for a while. Forced togetherness can be a trifle wearing on the nerves for someone like me, happily raised an only child. Nighty-night.”
    As exhausted as she was, try as she might to clear her mind, Keko couldn’t settle in. I’m an only child, too . Yet, she heard the happiness in Lorelei’s voice, felt the aura of contentment that surrounded the strikingly beautiful Special Agent. Lorelei’s men—her lovers—not only adored her, but it was obvious they truly cared for her. They didn’t spoil her, exactly, but they did cosset their mate, and mother-to-be. Lucian seemed the caregiver of the trio, and no doubt, Adam’s role was the protector. There would be no saving whoever tried to harm his woman. Their woman.
    Damn, how does Lorelei balance the best of all worlds? I can’t even balance my freakin’
    checkbook .
    Keko finally pounded her pile of pillows into a comfortable mound. She relaxed enough to slide into lullaby land, surrounded by the ambient glow of the starry starry night sky, shining through wide windows and well-placed skylights.
    She had no idea how long she’d been asleep, when loud grunts and groans echoed through the lodge, followed by the pissed off yowl of a cat.
    Now what? Keko slid into her robe, grabbed the borrowed Smith & Wesson revolver from her panty drawer.
    Lorelei beat Keko to the gallery railing, a Walther PPK hanging from her hand.
    She hit a light switch, glanced over the railing—then pointed down to the illuminated great room. “Keek, I think you need to deal with this one.”
    Keko pulled her robe tighter, leaned over the railing as far as she could without falling.
    “Oh, for fuck sake. Kamaka, please put the nice Marine down. Don’t break him or they won’t let us stay.”
    Kamaka had Lucian in a bear hug from behind. For all his considerable strength and skill, Lucian could not break free.
    Like a big lazy lion, Adam leaned against the doorjamb between kitchen and great room with arms and legs crossed. “I came through first. He caught Lucian bringing up the rear.”
    The Hawaiian didn’t even break a sweat while Lucian struggled. “I was scoping my last recon, y’know, Miss Keko. Heard someone sneaky-sneaky ‘round the back. Not sneaking so well—made enough noise to wake the ancestors. Normal people use the front door in their own house, right?”
    Kamaka looked up. “Sorry, Miss Lorelei. I think I scared your cat, maybe a little bit.”
    “Yeah, well, the cat’s on her own. You for sure scared the blue livin’ shit outa me!”
    Keko felt the heat creep to her cheeks. “My fault, sorry. After my dad died, I persuaded Kamaka to move into the main house with me. He always does a last perimeter check before he feels comfortable enough to bed down for the night.”
    She thought Lucian’s skin color didn’t look so good. “Kamaka, let Lucian go. He’s turning blue.”
    When the big Hawaiian didn’t move, Keko gave him The Look. The squinty-eyed, cocked eyebrow, I’m going to beat you to a bloody pulp with a tire-iron or die in the attempt look. Like the barely five-foot tall, hundred-five-pound Keko could force Kamaka-the-man-mountain to do anything. “Don’t fucking a-well make me march down the freakin’
    steps, fella! Drop the Marine … right … this … minute!”
    With a dramatic sigh, Kamaka unfolded his massive arms. Lucian sucked in a huge gulp of air as his feet hit the floor.
    “Keerist on a fucking popsicle stick. Damn . He about broke my ribs.” Lucian moved his shoulders and arms