“I know you won’t.”
“I’m going to catch him. After this, I won’t leave you unprotected at any time. I swear.”
15
“You okay there, love?”
She jumped at the words, spoken in a sexy accent. All right? No, she wasn’t all right. She was so far from all right she didn’t even know how to describe how she was feeling. The man standing in the shadowed corner of the living room, turned from looking out the front window to stare at her where she sat on the sofa.
She had the TV on, but it was muted. It was early evening. She should probably turn a light on. But she didn’t want to move.
“Just concentrate on breathing. In then out. Everything is going to be fine. I won’t let anyone hurt you.”
“I don’t even know you,” she whispered. He was a stranger. With a surprisingly sexy accent. But she wasn’t going to tell him that.
“Macca is a weird name.” She needed to focus on something other than the fact that Jed was outside somewhere, hunting her stalker.
Back-up had arrived thirty minutes ago, in the form of three seriously attractive, muscular men. Macca and Bain were inside with her. Kent was outside with Jed.
Thankfully, Bain, who was one of the scariest men she’d ever seen in her life, was upstairs while Macca was acting as her bodyguard, or at least she figured that was what it meant when Jed had told Macca that if she got so much as one scratch, he’d make sure he never fathered any children. Macca hadn’t seemed too worried. She was starting to think that nothing much bothered him.
“Macca is because my last name is McKenzie.”
“Right.” Damn, he had to think she was stupid. Something rattled outside and she jumped.
“Don’t panic, baby, nothing is going to happen to you.”
“What if he finds out you’re all here? What if he sees one of the guys outside?” she asked.
“You know much about what your man does?”
“A bit. I know JSI stands for Jensen Security International and that you guys often help find people or guard them.”
“Yep. We have a few Government contracts, do some work overseas. Bodyguard work, some retrieval, tracking down people.”
She nodded.
“Your man is the best at what he does,” Macca told her. “He’s focused. Knows what he needs to do and gets it done. Fucking amazing tracker. Best I’ve ever seen. But no matter what he does, he excels at it. You think some two-bit stalker in a little town like this has a chance against him? Especially when he’s got the three of us at his back? Baby, I feel sorry for this asswipe. Or would have, if he hadn’t frightened you so much, you’re sitting there white as a sheet and trembling. Honey, he hasn’t got a chance. You got me here, Bain upstairs and Jed and Kent out there. It’s the dream team, baby.”
Ridiculously, her lips twitched. “Dream team, huh?”
He pounded at his chest with his fist. “Hell yeah.”
She just shook her head, but she had to admit to feeling better.
“Roger that,” Macca said. She turned to look at him. She knew he wasn’t talking to her. All of the men had ear pieces and were armed.
Macca looked over at her. “Bain’s coming down. Daisy?”
She was so tense that even her teeth ached. “Yes?”
“Jed thinks he’s found the place where this bastard has been holing up. There’s signs of someone camping out in one of the large trees in your yard. Found some gum wrappers. Some footprints.”
“But he wasn’t there.”
“No, but we know where to look. Jed says you usually go to bed at ten?”
“Yeah.”