Page 42 of Rough Fantasy
She glanced at him and was going to open her mouth but something caught her eye. Rory followed her line of vision and saw a tall man striding down the row toward them. Waist length hair and strong Native American features of his face made him look fierce. Maura squealed and jumped up and ran toward him. He opened his arms and caught her in a big hug.
Rory couldn’t hear the man’s voice but he caught the smile and was on his feet before he knew what he was doing.
Zee caught him, wrapping his fingers around his forearm to stop him. “Slow down, love. It’s just the owner of Rough ‘n Ready.”
He glanced at Zee.
“Who?” he asked looking back at the man holding his woman.
His woman? Shit. That was not smart to be thinking. He looked at Zee again and noticed the way he was studying him. “What?”
Zee shrugged. “I don’t know if I ever saw you freak out over a woman before.”
Rory knew what he was talking about, but he ignored it. If he argued with Zee it would make him more suspicious. It was bad enough it took every ounce of his control.
“So, he owns the club. Does he have to paw all over her?”
Zee’s face went blank, then he laughed. “Oh, my, God. You’re jealous.”
“I’m not jealous.” He knew he sounded desperate as he counted backwards from ten. The man was still touching her and Rory’s fingers curled into the palms of his hands. Zee was still chuckling and with more than a little desperation, he said, “Conner wouldn’t be happy if we didn’t protect her.”
“Sure, love, you keep telling yourself that. Some day you might just believe it.”
Rory tossed Zee a furious glanced and headed off to Maura. He tried not to look so intent on reaching her, but something pushed him forward. He watched as Maura took a seat next to a rather largely pregnant woman. Zee caught up to him.
“That’s Micah’s wife, Dee. He is very happily married, so you don’t have to worry about them.”
“He wasn’t one of the Dom’s she was involved with?”
Why did that matter? It had never bothered him before but for some reason he couldn’t get the idea out of his head that this man had touched her. From the look he was giving Rory, he knew that he was being sized up.
“No. We met him when we had to came over on one of Conner’s old cases.”
He nodded as they finally caught up to the trio. “Micah, how’s everything?” Zee asked.
The man was tall—taller than either Zee or him and that was saying a lot. He continued to stand behind his wife’s chair. He didn’t appear to be doing anything but Rory sensed that the man continued to scan the area looking for threats. No matter.
“Everything’s going well, except that someone had a need to come get some frozen yogurt.”
The diminutive brunette smiled up at them then glanced at her husband.
“Stop looming like the Grim Reaper, Micah, and sit.”
His lips twitched before doing what his wife ordered.
She turned her attention back to them. “I think I met you at the wedding.”
Then he did remember meeting them. She hadn’t been as pregnant then.
“Yes. We did. I’m Rory McAlister and this is Zeke O’Brian.”
“Oh, I know Zeke well since he turned me into the feds.”
Zee shook his head. “I didn’t turn you into the feds. Just into Conner.”
She laughed then turned back to Maura. “So, I like the blonde hair.”
And they had been dismissed. He had an idea that the woman was a sub with a husband who ran a BDSM club and the fact that he screamed Dom just by his actions. But she really did run things in her own way.