Part 8 (1/2)
As soon as the waitress retreated, Mackenzie folded her arms on the table and dropped her forehead to rest on them. ”What in h.e.l.l is happening to me?” she demanded, though she wasn't sure she wanted an answer. The intense desire to slide across the table and rub herself against Jackson to warn off the waitress was too disturbing for words.
”Well, you seem to be getting possessive there, darlin'.”
She raised her head and glared at him. ”No, really?”
”Look.” He leaned forward earnestly. ”This isn't any more fun for me than it is for you, but it's going to be one h.e.l.l of a long trip if we can't come to some kind of understanding about what I can and can't ignore. The wiggling around on the car seat like a cat in heat? I can ignore it. But I can't let you make some poor waitress's life miserable just because I'm a charming b.a.s.t.a.r.d. She can't help that.”
A powerful need to strangle him replaced the urge to climb into his lap. Her scowl deepened as she inched out of the booth. ”I'm going to the restroom.” Maybe to run my head under some cold water.
Jackson unlocked Mackenzie's door and swiped a hand across his forehead. They'd managed to finish dinner without further incident, and he had to credit his purposefully conceited comments with distracting Mackenzie enough to make it possible. ”Watch the m.u.f.fins,” he told her as she climbed into the car.
The look she gave him as she deliberately threw the m.u.f.fins roughly into the backseat was hot and challenging, but at least it wasn't inviting. She seemed capable of switching back and forth between l.u.s.t and rage with startling speed, but she'd been having a lot more success controlling the anger.
Thank G.o.d for that. Jackson rounded the car and opened his own door. It would be a lot easier to deal with her hating his guts than to smack her hands away from the b.u.t.ton-fly of his jeans when she started feeling randy again. ”All right, buckle up. Miles to go and all.”
She took another of those deep breaths that seemed to be the only thing holding her together. ”d.a.m.n it, I'm hungry.” She twisted in her seat and reached for the bag of m.u.f.fins.
Her s.h.i.+rt rode up when she stretched out her arm, revealing the smooth skin of her side and stomach. By some stroke of bad luck-or her own subconscious design-it happened just as she brushed against his arm.
Mackenzie froze, her skin still pressed to his, and moaned, low and needy and desperate. ”I want you so badly.”
He s.n.a.t.c.hed his hand away and slammed his forehead on the steering wheel. ”Okay, woman. You have got to have a little pity on me, here. f.u.c.king around in the backseat could kill you.”
She crowded against him suddenly, her body soft and her breath hot against his ear. ”Right now I feel like not f.u.c.king around is killing me too.” As if that wasn't bad enough, she ran her tongue lightly along the sh.e.l.l of his ear.
Jesus G.o.d. He flattened himself back against the car door and batted her away. ”Am I going to have to put you under?” he demanded.
For a moment-just a moment-something flashed in her eyes. The Mackenzie he'd been slowly getting to know stared back at him, and she looked terrified. Her fingers curled in his s.h.i.+rt. ”Help me,” she half-sobbed. ”I don't want to-I can't-”
He framed her face with his hands, breathed a word against her forehead and she shuddered.
The spell took effect, but not nearly as quickly as it should have. It seemed as if it had quieted the frantic battle inside her without putting her to sleep. Her blue eyes slowly cleared, and the hands clutching at his chest relaxed.
”Thank you.” The words were a barely audible whisper, and her eyes fluttered shut. When they opened again she looked dazed, as if her body was fighting sleep and losing. She leaned closer, her lips touching his cheek and then sliding to the corner of his mouth. ”Thank you,” she breathed again.
She kissed him. It wasn't frantic or desperate or aggressive like her earlier advances had been. Her lips were warm and soft, her kiss heartbreakingly gentle.
He relaxed into the caress, but she sagged against him, dragging him back to reality. Kissing her while she was in this condition was no better than doing so while she was drugged, so he pulled his mouth from hers and moved her back onto the pa.s.senger seat. ”Sweet dreams, Kenzie.” He pulled the seatbelt across her body and fastened it. After another moment's thought, he reclined the seat and brushed her hair from her face.
His phone rang, startling him, and he fumbled for his headset. ”h.e.l.lo?”
A rich voice filled his ear. ”I know you've got a good reason for leaving fifteen frantic messages on my voicemail and scaring the living daylights out of me, don't you, Jack?”
”d.a.m.n straight I do, Mahalia.” Jackson started the car and spared Mackenzie's sleeping form another glance. ”I've got a cougar trying to climb in my pants.”
”Is that some sort of clever euphemism?”
”I wish to h.e.l.l it was, May.” He gritted his teeth as he pulled out of the parking lot. ”I'm on the way to your place right now. Tell me you've got some experience with spells meant to keep the animal at bay.”
”Some, but not much. You're coming to Boca Raton?”
”Yeah. I've got a woman here who's in a bad way. Some extremely well-connected a.s.shole has been stalking her across the country, trying to convince her to have his babies. She's never s.h.i.+fted, and now she's getting...frustrated. Besides which, there's something weird about her parents and a deadly house fire that maybe wasn't deadly at all...” He trailed off and exhaled roughly. ”It's a f.u.c.kin' mess, May, pardon my French.”
”A house fire?” Jackson could practically hear the gears turning in her head. ”What was the name? Do you remember?”
”Evans. Why, does it ring a bell?”
She didn't answer. ”Get here as fast as you can,” she commanded. ”I'm calling Steven.”
”Hang on just a minute,” Jackson protested. ”What's going on?”
”I don't have time to explain, Jack. Just get your a.s.s down here.”
She hung up, leaving Jackson perplexed and frightened. Any situation that could put that edge of fear in Mahalia Tate's voice was serious enough to make a grown man p.i.s.s his pants.
Jackson had to recast his spell twice before they hit Boca Raton, and it was becoming evident a fourth casting might be necessary. He drove as fast as he could toward the quiet subdivision where Mahalia had decided to live out her retirement.
Mackenzie started whimpering again, a clear sign she was struggling her way free of the sleep spell. Under normal circ.u.mstances, it took eight or more hours for a person to wake from a single casting. He'd had to repeat the spell four hours after leaving the diner, and again three hours later.
It had barely been an hour since that last one.
”Jesus, Mary and Joseph.” He cranked the air conditioning in Alec's car as high as it would go to counteract the waves of heat wafting off Mackenzie's skin. He wasn't sure what would happen if the spell collapsed entirely, but he didn't want to wind up wrestling an upset, out-of-control cougar while driving down I-95.
And that was the best-case scenario.
Alec called when they were half an hour from Mahalia's, and Jackson snarled at him. ”I hate you. I hate you, and you should die.”
”The girl okay?” Mackenzie whimpered again before Jackson could respond, but she didn't sound aroused anymore. She sounded pained.
Alec swore loudly in his ear. ”How long has she been doing that?”
”Since just outside of Orlando,” Jackson said shortly. ”That's her crawling out from under a third sleep spell, by the way.”
”Christ. How far away from Mahalia's are you?”
”I'll be there in twenty minutes.” He stomped on the accelerator. ”She called her friend, the cougar I met before. It sounds like she's already figured out what we're dealing with here.” He hesitated. ”I think she knows something about Mackenzie's family, but she's being remarkably close-mouthed about it.”
”Do you want me to come down there? This is starting to sound a lot bigger than a guy who can't take no for an answer.”
”Nah. I'm going to wait and see what Mahalia and her friend say. You could hop a plane and get here in a few hours, if need be.”
Mackenzie fidgeted next to him, her breathing unsteady, and moaned in discomfort. Alec obviously heard, and swore again. ”Call me when you get there, okay?”
”I'll try to remember, but we might have our hands full.” Jackson hung up and looked over at Mackenzie again before signaling his exit from the interstate. ”Well, darlin'. Looks like we might get you fixed up yet.”
Chapter Nine.