Ghostwalker 08 - Street Game

worried.
    “Make it up to him? Exactly how do you plan to do that?” Mack’s snort of disgust was loud. “Did you hear her voice, Kane? Pure syrup. She was dripping with it.”

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    Kane closed the window with unnecessary force. “I heard her.” His vivid green eyes pinned her. “We don’t know the first thing about this character. He could be a mass murderer. Did you do a background check on him?”
    Jaimie threw her hands into the air. “You should take your act onto the road. He’s a carpenter helping me, not a serial killer. Stop being crazy and get yourselves coffee.
    It might make you civilized.”
    Kane’s glinting green gaze met Mack’s fathomless black one. Simultaneously they both shrugged powerful shoulders. “I’ll call and get someone on it,” Kane decided, making a move toward the phone.
    “Don’t you dare, Kane.” Jaimie caught the receiver, slammed it back in its cradle.
    “I told you, I know Joe.”
    “How could you know him, Jaimie, really know him?” Kane demanded. “It’s our job to look out for you.”
    “She serves him beer in her bedroom,” Mack muttered helpfully.
    “Go make coffee, Mack, and stop harping on the beer in the bedroom.” Jaimie flung herself into one of her deep, comfortable armchairs. “You two have given me a rip-roaring headache.”
    Mack was immediately repentant. “We’re only teasing, honey. We aren’t really going to shoot him.” Semi-teasing. They were going to investigate Joe Spagnola so thoroughly they’d know what kind of toothpaste he used in the morning.
    The phone rang. Before Jaimie could move, Kane snagged it. “Dr. Fielding’s residence.” He sounded curt and inhospitable.
    Jaimie rolled her eyes, and slid farther down in the chair. Why did she think she had missed them? They were totally impossible. She raked a hand through her thick mass of tangled curls. Even her hair had gone wild and primitive with them around.
    They thought they were a combination comedy and protection team.
    “Your friend Joe,” Kane announced, handing her the receiver, his eyes eagle sharp and slightly condemning.
    The smile fading from Kane’s eyes left Jaimie with a knot in the pit of her stomach. She had remembered all the good things about having Kane and Mack watching out for her and forgotten about this part. She never knew exactly how they were going to react to any given situation, and when it involved a man, they never reacted very well.
    She glanced at Mack, who stood by the coffeepot. His hands stilled in midair, his head coming up alertly. His black eyes went ice-cold, a graveyard reflected there. His rugged features went completely expressionless, perfectly still, as if carved from stone.

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    Great. She’d seen that expression before. Mack wasn’t taking this well. She forced a smile into her voice and greeted Joe.
    Kane winced at the sweetness in Jaimie’s voice and glanced at Mack. The last remnants of his humor drained away. He had known Mack McKinley every year of his life. They had done it all together, watching each other’s backs along the way.
    Mack was the coolest, most easygoing, ice-cold bastard Kane had ever met. Unless Jaimie Fielding was involved. From the first moment Mack had laid eyes on the forlorn little girl, he had been crazy about her. She’d been so intelligent and courageous and Mack had always admired her. Mack was also the most dangerous, lethal human being Kane knew. And no one brought out that side of Mack like Jaimie did.
    Jaimie seemed oblivious, laughing into the phone, reassuring Joe she was just fine, that her family joked around a lot. Kane watched Mack, wishing he could read that implacable mask. Mack never once took his eyes from Jaimie’s face, obviously assessing her tone, her expression and body language. There was no mistaking that Jaimie had affection for Joe. There was even a flirty note in her voice.
    Kane sighed. He had known Mack was in love with Jaimie long before Mack had even realized where his feelings for the girl were heading. They had both loved her for years, but Mack with a fierce, unswerving possessiveness he didn’t seem to realize was unnatural. In those days, when they were kids, Mack thought he just wanted to protect her. As she’d gotten older, Mack refused to acknowledge what he felt for her, calling it “need,” not “love.” Kane suspected Whitney had made that need for her much stronger. Mack didn’t look at other women, yet he was stubborn when it came to