She shook her head and sighed. “You and your brother can be so immature.”
“Guilty as charged. You can’t blame us, Mackenzie.” He reached up and cupped her chin for two reasons. One—he couldn’t resist touching her. Just watching this beauty work had tempted him for weeks. Now, knowing Wade had enjoyed her naked body without him was driving him insane with desire.
“Hey, Mackenzie, when you get a chance, could you get me a piece of apple pie?” asked Deuce, the boyfriend of the owner of Norma’s.
“Absolutely,” she answered.
A few of the unattached males in the place turned their lusty eyes their way, reminding Wyatt of the other reason he touched her here and now. Two—he wanted everyone to know she wasn’t up for grabs. He kept his hold on her chin and reached around her waist with his other hand, cupping her ass.
“Wyatt, what are you doing?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” He was feeling that luscious ass of hers. He’d been dying to do it for two months.
“You know what I mean, cowboy. Don’t be dense.” She was so sexy when she pretended to be annoyed.
“Sweetheart, public displays are commonplace in this town. Very common.” And he planned to take full advantage of that now that she was theirs.
She didn’t blink. “Might be, but would you mind not mauling me at my job?” Her tone was firm, but the little mischievous grin on her lush lips spoke volumes.
“Not just yet, Mackenzie.” He glanced around the room and saw all the eyes go back to their own meals. Good. His point was made. He leaned in close, keeping his hands in place on her curvy body. “Just playing to the undercover card, sweetheart. You understand?”
Unable to resist, he inhaled her sweet scent before releasing her. He looked at her gorgeous eyes, which were now blinking. Her grin turned into a full smile, and his cock responded instantly.
How could only her smile make him hard that fast? He wasn’t sure, but the discomfort in his jeans couldn’t be missed.
“Wyatt, why haven’t we heard from Wade yet? Surely he’s finished talking with Austin’s secretary by now.”
“Relax. We’ll hear from him soon. You better get Deuce his pie. Finish up with these last customers and I’ll get you out of here and we will go find Wade. Okay?”
She nodded, reminding him how much he wanted her. Inside this tough, strong woman was a sweet submissive. He just knew it.
Her demeanor darkened with worry. “I hope Wade finds something that will help me get to the truth about my brother.”
“We’ll find him, sweetheart.” They wouldn’t stop looking until they did.
“I hope so.” She took a deep breath, trying to regain her composure.
“Trust me.”
Again, she nodded. “Better fill up some glasses or Carlotta will fire me.” She moved around the tables with a smile, clearly part of her persona to keep locals thinking she was just sweet Mackenzie, the grinning girl with the great body.
The truth? Wade was going in with a frontal assault. No charade. His twin was going to ask Austin how he knew Trent Green, plain and simple.
Wyatt had talked about the tactic with his brother when Mackenzie was in the shower getting ready for work.
Austin wasn’t one to beat around the bush. When they’d asked about joining his club, The Masters’ Chambers, he’d made that happen. Once they’d gone through all the training, he’d asked them to become “Angels,” official Dom enforcers of the club. Not that Wyatt or his brother thought of him as a friend, but he was still someone they both trusted. If the eldest of the Wilde brothers knew anything about Mackenzie’s brother, he would tell them.
* * * *
Wade walked into Austin’s office at The Masters’ Chambers. The big guy sat behind his desk.
Leaving Mackenzie, even under his brother’s protection, had been difficult. Still, he knew Wyatt had the skills to make sure no one harmed a single hair on her beautiful head. Nothing else in the world mattered to Wade as much as her. Hell, nothing came close.
Austin looked up from a big stack of papers. “What’s up, Masters? Your message seemed urgent.”
“It’s a long story, but I need to know everything you know about Trent Green.”
Austin’s eyes widened. “What do you know about Trent?”