Big Bad Beast
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Overpriced! she shot back.
Van Holtz motioned for Mace to sit on one of the couches, but he stopped when he walked around them, seeing the pile of guns spread out on a rather thin cloth laid over his rug.
Isnt that the rug you picked up at the charity auction a couple of years ago? Mace asked.
Yes.
The one for six figures?
Its a one-of-kind original from the eighteenth century.
Then you definitely want gun oil on it.
Id yell and throw my hands up dramatically, but shell just tell me I paid too much. Mace sat down on a couch. My sister.
Van Holtz nodded and sat across from him. Nothings been decided yet.
You cant believe my sister had anything to do with this. This is Missy Llewellyn were talking about.
I made sure to point that out. And I can assure you that were going to investigate this thoroughly before we make any final decisions. Van Holtz leaned back on the couch, raising his foot and resting it on the opposite knee. Mace didnt think hed ever seen the rich wolf looking so casual except when he was cooking. Worn jeans, bare feet, and a Cathedral High School Lacrosse T-shirt. Theyd gone to the same school, although Mace had been a few years ahead of him. He remembered Van Holtzs older brother, though. What an asshole that guy was, and he hadnt changed much. But they didnt seem alike at all.
Just promise me you wont . . . do anything until you talk to me.
If shes done this, Mace
She hasnt. But if shes caught up in it somehowjust talk to me. My sister is a lot of things, but shes my sister. Understand?
I do. And you are married to one of our top people on the case. Mace gave a little snort. Considering how well they got along in school . . . you better be the one to give me a heads-up.
I will. Ill also ask that you not discuss this with the other members of your Pride.
Theyre not my Pride. Havent been since I turned eighteen and refused to be bartered off like cheap garbage. But Missy is still blood. Shes still Marcuss aunt. I cant forget that.
I wont either. You have my word.
Thanks. Mace got to his feet and walked into the hallway, where Dee-Ann and Marcus almost collided with him. He gazed at the pair and finally asked, Was there a problem? Dee-Ann shook her head. No. Why?
No reason. He took his son, making sure to keep the childs face far away from him since he didnt want to be covered in chocolate gelato the way Dee was. The kid had to be thesloppiest eater on the planet and yet every female, including Desiree, let him get away with it.
Mace took the cone Marcus heldignoring the way his son latched on to his arm like it was a chicken bone, tiny teeth trying to dig into human fleshand headed to the door.
Have a good weekend, Van Holtz told him.
You, too. The door closed behind him and Mace headed to the elevator. Once inside, he held the cone up for his son so he would unleash his hold on him and lick the cone instead.
I dont know what allure you have for women, Mace told the little brat, but Im guessing it has a lot to do with the minimane youve got going on.
Cute kid, Dee-Ann told Ric when the door closed. I like the hair.
He likes you.
Im guessing that like his father, he likes anything with tits. Ric stepped closer and licked the melted chocolate gelato off Dee-Anns nose. Yum.
Was Mace here about Missy?
Of course. Shes his sister.
True, but she doesnt deserve it. Dont even think she wrote him when he was stationed overseas and he spent most holidays in Smithtown with Bobby Ray.
Its still his sister and thats all that matters to him. Ric slipped his arm around her waist. Are you packed?
Packed?
For the weekend away. Youre still coming?
Not much choice now that everyone in the New York Pack is coming. They all want to see your house.
I got the list from Jess. I had to up my zebra and gazelle meat since the lion males are coming as well. But youre still coming, arent you?
If youre still sure.
Why wouldnt I be?
Sissy and Ronnie are going to be there. Theyll see us together. Trust me when I say records will be broken gettin that information back to Tennessee.
So?
She petted his cheek. Ill miss you when youre gone.
You know, your father might actually like me.
And Ric tried not to take it personally when she burst out laughing and went back to cleaning her guns on his expensive, eighteenth-century rug.
CHAPTER 22
So what do you think? Ric asked her.
Studying Rics recent purchase, Dee could only say, Seems more a . . . resort than a house.
Why would you say that? Because of the guest houses?
And the multiple tennis courts, the nearby lake. All youre missing is a gift shop and one of your restaurants.