Her Twin Wilde Cowboy Masters (Wilde, Nevada 1)

“Hello?”

He clearly didn’t recognize Mackenzie’s cell number. “It’s Wyatt.”

“Thank God. Is she okay?”

“She is now. You should’ve listened to me, bro.” Normally, his twin and him were in complete sync when it came to women, but Mackenzie wasn’t just any woman, and now definitely wasn’t normal times.

“I know. Sorry. I’m glad you’re with her. You sure she’s okay?”

“I am. She’s calm and able to talk to you now, too.” He handed the cell to her. “Just listen. Trust me.”

With her hand trembling slightly, she put the phone up to her ear. “Convince me I didn’t make a mistake, Wade.”

Not much of a praying man, Wyatt did ask the heavens for two things. One, Wade to convince her they were on her side and knew what they were doing. Two, her brother would be found alive.

* * * *

Mac listened intently to Wade, one of the two men she’d risked entrusting with all her secrets. Wyatt, the other man, was holding her hand and looking at her with eyes of concern.

“Did your brother know a man named Lester Nardozzi?” Wade asked.

Her heart leapt up in her throat. “Nardozzi was the man who was sent by the silent investors to run my brother’s landscaping business right after Trent’s disappearance.” A real clue. After all this time. Opening up to Wade and Wyatt had been the right thing to do.

“I’ll let the sheriff know this guy knew your brother. We’re onto something, baby. We’re going to find Trent. Trust me.”

“I do,” she said, which was true from the very depths of her being. She trusted him and Wyatt with everything. Her whole life she’d had to be tough, self-reliant, and yes, even untrusting. It had served her well for a long time, but it had been a very lonely way to live. Trent was the one person she trusted utterly. Until now. Until the Masters twins had shown her that being vulnerable, really vulnerable, could change everything. They were the reason the investigation had opened up after she’d hit so many dead ends.

She and Wade talked for several minutes. He didn’t seem to hold back anything. Everything he knew he shared.

“Wyatt can bring me to you, to the crash site.”

In unison, one from the cell and one right in front of her, they both said, “No.”

“Okay. I think you two are being overly cautious, self-appointed bodyguards, but I’ll concede…for now.” But Mackenzie knew that whatever they asked her, she wouldn’t be able to refuse. They’d transformed her into a woman she’d never believed she could be—a woman glad to be in the care of two amazing men.

Wade’s voice was warm and washed all over her like silky bathwater. “You’ll concede to us always, love. We’ll make sure of that.”

When the call ended, Wyatt leaned in and brushed the hair out of her eyes. “Aren’t you glad you told us everything, Kristen Mackenzie Green?”

“Yes,” she said, and leaned her head into his chest.

He wrapped his arms around her.

Being held by him was the safest place in the entire world for her, a place where she could believe anything was possible and everything was going to be okay.

Chapter Eleven

Mac looked at the clothes piled on her bed. A pyramid of skirts, pants, jeans, blouses, and more filled the space. What to wear to The Masters’ Chambers had been a near-all-day affair. It wasn’t that she wanted to impress the members there, but she did want to be presentable and not stick out there. Blending in suited her perfectly.

The Masters twins were just outside the door of her bedroom, refusing to leave her alone until whoever was responsible for the death of the man they’d found in Vice was caught. They’d brought her home last night, but one slept on the couch while the other remained on guard. When it came to her, they continued to be overprotective and so very macho. For the first time in longer than she could remember, she slept over twelve hours. The sun was already setting outside.

She’d never thought of herself as someone who would like such expressions of testosterone overload, but she was finding herself drawn to every nuance of it Wyatt and Wade demonstrated. Intimacy aside, she wasn’t about to let them shove her to the curb on this. She deserved to hear what Austin and Acting Sheriff Champion had uncovered. Trent was her brother.

After everything, Mac had to admit she’d been wrong about Austin. He had helped. In fact, the whole time she’d been searching for Trent, Austin had been using whatever influence and resources he had to try find him, too. She would never dub him an angel, but Austin was a good guy.

Looking in the mirror, she smiled at her choice. Just sexy enough to not stand out but not too sexy to earn her double takes. Sporting low-rise jeans, a black top that revealed just the hint of cleavage, and leather boots with fringe, she felt ready.

She wasn’t crazy about the choice of lipstick. Way too red. She wiped her lips clean of it. Scanning her makeup and jewelry, also spread wildly across the bed in a tiny pile by the mound of clothing, she spotted a tube with one of her favorite shades. Applying it to her mouth, her reflection let her know it wouldn’t work either tonight. With her choice of attire and eye makeup and the lighting at the club, it was way too pale, washing her out. She tossed the tube back to the tiny pile and once again wiped lipstick off her mouth.