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“Don’t forget dinner tomorrow night,”his mother reminded as he sent her and Val out the door. Grant stood there until they pulled away in the Bentley, their security details following behind them. He closed the door and went to the kitchen to assist Blaire in cleaningup.
She had loaded almost everything in the dishwasher. Looking up, she grinned at him. “I love your industrial-sizedequipment.”
Grant smirked. “Thankyou.”
“Is it always innuendo with you?” shelaughed.
“I think my mom’s to blame for that,” he said in a mock-painedtone.
Blaire laughed harder. “Your mom is incorrigible. I likeher.”
“Yeah, she’s all right,” he replied deadpan before pulling her away from the remaining dirty dishes to steal a kiss. When he was finished, he kept his lips by her forehead. “Sorry aboutthat.”
“Aboutwhat?”
“The ambush. I knew you were uncomfortable with the senate racetalk.”
“I’m more concerned that I’m a liability rightnow.”
“I’m getting tired of that argument,” Grant snapped as a spike of anger shot throughhim.
“There’s nothing to argue,” Blaire leaned against the counter. Grant was getting more pissed because her face was serene. “Because …” she linked her hand with his. “I’m tired of that argument as well. It’s the truth, but it’s not fair that you’re the only one fighting for us. Whether there’s a chance of us making it or not, I’m taking it. I’ll fight for us,Grant.”
His anger evaporated as he dragged her into his arms, her body pressed to his. “Damn straight you are,” he growled and snatched her lips in his. He loved her tiny gasps. They seemed to have a direct line to his dick which hardened in no time behind hissweatpants.
Blaire tried to retreat, whispering his name on a giggle. He chased her mouth and recaptured it, kissing her like they were the only two people in the world. Shit, he wanted to take her right there in thekitchen.
A clearing of the throat sounded behindthem.
He’d forgotten Jake was waiting for him in the office. Grant released Blaire who immediately returned her attention to the dishes. He turned to face Jake who was staring at Blaire with an expression that Grant was sure he didn’t like on his head ofsecurity.
“I will be with you in a minute,” Grant said with a curtnod.
Jake lifted his chin in acknowledgment and gave Blaire’s back one last look before leaving thekitchen.
“Why don’t you leave that for later and join us in the office,” Grant toldher.
“This won’t take long,” Blaire said, glancing at the path where Jake disappeared. “I think you and your security team need a momentalone.
“You’re right,” Grant agreed. “But if you don’t show up in ten minutes, I’m coming to getyou.”
With that statement, he left the kitchen to confront Jake. His security lead and Tyler were already in the office. Grant didn’t bother closing the door, because he had nothing to say to them that he didn’t want Blaire tohear.
“Let’s make one thing clear, Donovan,” Grant gritted through his teeth. “I catch you looking at my woman that way again, like she is some threat to be eliminated, you can find yourself anotherjob.”
The stubborn set of Jake’s jaw reflected the man’s struggle to hold back. “Permission to speak freely,sir.”
“For fuck’s sake,” Grant growled. “This isn’t the military. Say what you have to say to me now, because if you say anything that would upset Blaire, I’ll fucking kick yourass.”
“She’s entangled with Russian Organized Crime,” Jakesaid.
“So, we’re dealing with the Russian mob,” Grant stated matter-of-factly.
Jake nodded. “I can’t believe she’d put you and your family in danger like that. That they sent someone after you last night meant they’redesperate.”
“I pursued her,” Grant said dryly. “She wanted to stay out of the public eye but I was a jackass. After going through the trouble of forging those documents so she can remain safely in hiding, you think she’s just going to ‘fess up to a man who can complicate her safety?” Not expecting an answer, he continued, “What do we know of the men killed lastnight?”
“The ones who attacked you in the alley and the one killed in the motel are part of a Russian street gang here in Boston. Not directly a part of the ROC, but they do business together. Thug muscle and intimidation are part ofit.”
