Ghostwalker 04 - Conspiracy Game

little boys running wild in the forest and me chasing them all. If I wake up screaming, it’s your fault.”
    He loved the soft, drowsy note in her voice; it was as sexy as could be. What would it be like to be normal? He didn’t know. Ken didn’t know. And he doubted if Briony would ever know. But she was with him now, and he could wrap his arms around her, and somehow the memories of blood and death seemed far away.

    CHAPTER 14

    “Oh you angel!” Ken leaned across the table and pressed a kiss to Briony’s temple.
    “Who knew the woman liked to cook? Marry me right now. We’ll run away together.”
    “Get the hell off of her,” Jack said, his tone mild. He forked another bite of fluffy omelet into his mouth. “I had the good sense to get her pregnant, so you can just back off.”
    “Good food and a beautiful woman haven’t improved your disposition much,” Ken grumbled. “And having a baby hasn’t improved your language either.”
    “Not one baby,” Jack corrected, “ two .”
    Briony laughed softly, shaking her head at him. There was a note of pride in his voice he hadn’t bothered to conceal—one totally at odds with his tough, scarred features. “You’re so conceited.”
    The sound of her laughter slid over his skin like fingers trailing over his nerve endings, stirring his body into yet another erection. He could sit across from her every morning, drinking in her tousled hair and her bright eyes and sunny smile. Even if Ken was deliberately provoking him by making goo-goo eyes at her.
    “Well if you’re going to insist on twins every time I get pregnant, this is it, buster,” she said and reached over to pour coffee into Ken’s cup.
    “Even your coffee is great,” Ken said.
    Briony’s eyebrows drew together in a frown. “How would I know? Every time I try to sneak a cup, your brother dumps it down the sink.”
    Jack lifted the book he had open at the table. “It says right here, caffeine isn’t good for you or the baby. And we need fresh fruit, not juice. Do you have any idea of the amount of calcium you need?”
    She yanked the book out of his hand and flung it across the room hard enough that it hit the wall. “You’ve got to stop reading from the Book of Satan. You’re clearly becoming obsessed.”
    “Rebellion!” Ken grinned at her. “I knew it was coming. You can’t mess with a woman’s coffee, Jack. See, hon, if you marry me and cook three meals a day with a snack or two thrown in daily, I’ll let you have all the coffee you want.”

    “How good of you to let me.” Briony kicked his shin under the table. “You just pretend to be the sweet, easygoing brother. I’m not marrying you so you have a cook.”
    “That’s not right,” Ken complained, rubbing his shin and trying to look pathetic. “I’m still growing, and all I get around here is lists for work.” He held up a small notebook and scowled at his brother. “No fuel to keep me going.”
    “She’s not cooking your meals, Ken, so stop whining.” Jack glanced over at Briony. “I told you he whined.”
    “Wheedle,” Ken corrected. “I wheedle. It sounds so much better than whining.”
    Laughing, Briony shook her head. “You two are so crazy. So is it okay for me to walk through the yard now?”
    “We just have alarms set,” Ken said, “small strobes that will go off to alert us if anyone has breached the parameters. It’s safe enough.”
    Jack looked up alertly. “Are you planning on going for a walk today?”
    She nodded. “If I have the time. I want to do a little cleaning and put together something for dinner.”
    He shook his head. “You don’t have to do that.”
    “Idiot,” Ken hissed, wadding up a napkin and throwing it at his brother. “Are you insane? Don’t listen to him, Briony. You want to cook, get on with it, I say.”
    “I like to cook, Jack. It’s always been something I’ve been interested in doing. I didn’t have a chance to do a lot of it, but now I’ve got several months to play.”
    “I bought you some sketchpads the other day,” Jack said. “I left them in the great room on the coffee table along with a few other drawing supplies.”
    “You did?” Briony’s eyes lit up. “Thank you for remembering.”
    “He’s been looking all morning at a furniture book,” Ken confided. “Thinks he can make a better cradle than you can find anywhere else, and he probably can too. Believe it or not, my brother’s gifted that way.” There was a singular note of