{Nauti Boys 5} - Nauti Deceptions (9 page)

“By five minutes, Lucy,” he grumbled. “You’re lucky I made it at all.”

Lucinda’s smile only brightened. “Of course you made it. Otherwise I would have had to start making calls, tracking you down, and pulling you out of the arms of whatever little widow you’d found to amuse yourself with. Funny, I haven’t heard about any widows lately though.”

He shot her a warning look. Not that Lucinda paid much attention to his warnings.

As he neared, she hooked her arm around his, the fine silk of her conservative blue blouse sliding against the cotton shirt he wore. Black slacks and conservative pumps completed her outfit.

Her once-black hair was now dark silver, styled to frame her face and add a touch of youthfulness to it. Her dark brown eyes sparkled with warmth, and a touch of impish mischief. No one could accuse Lucinda of hiding her playfulness under a barrel. The woman fairly shouted “good times” with that grin of hers.

“So, nephew, how is your love life?” she asked as he opened the door for her, casted her a baleful glance.

Because he was more than aware of the hostess who had glanced up and more than obviously caught his aunt’s question.

“It’s still none of your business,” he told her as Shane snorted behind her.

“That’s never stopped her, Dad,” his son told him. “And before you try to lie to her, she’s been on the phone for the past two days discussing you with her cronies here in Somerset.”

“Friends, Shane,” Lucinda reminded him with a long-suffering look. “I’ve told you, they’re friends, not cronies.”

“Children, we’re in public,” Zeke reminded them, ignoring his aunt’s pinch to his arm as she restrained her laughter.

“Sheriff Mayes,” Rogue’s voice slid through the teasing. “It’s good to see you and your family again.”

God, her voice did things to him. He couldn’t describe exactly what it did, but every cell in his body seemed to be drawn to the sound of her. The sight of her.

He nearly swallowed his damned tongue as she stepped from behind the reservation desk and motioned the hostess to her.

“Tabitha will take care of you tonight.” She smiled back at them.

“Tabitha will do no such thing.” Lucy moved in front of Zeke. “Young lady, it’s been too long since I’ve seen you. You can take us to our table and say hello to me for a moment.” She caught Rogue’s hands and let her gaze go over the younger woman. Hell, Zeke couldn’t take his eyes off her.

“Naughty Rogue.” Lucinda’s smile was pure devilry. “That outfit is to die for.”

Rogue’s brows lifted as she accepted Lucinda’s light kiss to the cheek and held on to her fingers.

“I thought it particularly appropriate, for my age.” Rogue widened her eyes, and Zeke had to give her credit for never looking his way. The woman could deliver a blow with precise, well- aimed precision.

He was thankful he managed to control his wince.

“For your age, huh?” Lucinda drawled. “That little hickey you’re trying so hard to hide under your jaw doesn’t seem near as age appropriate.”

Zeke’s gaze sliced to her jaw. He saw her face flush, and her gaze jerked from his face as Lucinda suddenly looked between the two of them. Shane gave an odd little choke behind him.

“Yes, well,” Rogue cleared her throat. “More like a bit of beard burn. Occupational hazard with some men. I’ll show you to your table now.”

Her smile was a little tighter as she turned from them, but damn, the view was good. Shit, he shouldn’t be looking. He jerked his gaze from the rounded globes of her ass beneath that flippy little skirt to his son. Only to see Shane’s eyes trained in the same exact area.

“Hey, brat,” he growled. “Look up.”

Shane jerked his head up, blushed, and laughed, then to Zeke’s surprise murmured back, “Shave next time.”

Hell. He should have known better than to think Lucinda didn’t know where he was last night. No matter the excuse he gave, no matter the reasons why he had been in Rogue’s apartment, she had turned up with beard burn the next day.

Beard burn, his ass. Yeah, he might have scratched her with his evening stubble, but he also remembered the little bite of her he had taken in the same place.

“Rogue dear, you need to come to Louisville for lunch,” Lucinda was saying as Rogue led them to their table. “We could have a girls’ day out. Go shopping.”

Wild violet eyes turned on Zeke as Lucinda turned her back on Rogue. Zeke wanted to smile, hell, he wanted to laugh. She looked horrified at the prospect.

“We could gossip,” Lucinda stated smugly as she glanced at Zeke. “Girl talk.”

“I’ll have to check my calendar, Lucinda,” she answered, though Zeke swore she looked a little pale at the invitation. “Janey keeps me pretty busy.”

“Well, I could have a talk with Janey.” Lucinda stared up at her victim complacently. “You could even bring her with you. I never got a chance to get to know that girl. Her brother though, now he was a wild one. Somerset lost a fine bachelor when he married that agent of his.”

“Yes, I definitely agree,” Rogue agreed hurriedly. “I’ll send Janey out to you as soon as possible. You can discuss it with her. Though Alex does keep her fairly busy.”

Hell. Wrong statement, Zeke thought as he took his seat and saw the satisfaction on Lucinda’s face.

“Yes, a good man will keep you very busy,” Lucinda agreed. “Tell me, Rogue, who was the brute that left that charming little mark beneath your jaw?” She tapped her chin thoughtfully. “I hadn’t heard you were dating, dear.”

“I’m not.” Rogue cleared her throat. “It was an accident with my curling iron.” She twirled a curl nervously as she lied with zero guilt and a charming smile. “Nature isn’t always perfect. If you’ll excuse me now, Tabitha needs help.”

Rogue escaped, leaving Zeke to stare across the table at his aunt while Shane fought to hold back his laugher.

“I’m going to assume you have a reason for torturing Rogue,” he stated.

Lucinda’s eyes widened. “I wasn’t torturing Rogue, dear. I was merely chatting.” She looked to Shane. “Was I torturing the child?”

Shane shifted in his seat, glared at his father, and cleared his throat. “Maybe some,” he finally admitted, before Zeke received another of the boy’s accusing stares. “Maybe you should torture the guy that left the mark.”

Lucinda sighed. “If only I could learn for certain who did such a thing,” she said calmly. “Why, I called everyone I knew since first learning of it this morning. Didn’t you hear me on the cell phone, dear?”

“I did.” Shane ran his hand over his shortened dark brown hair. “Hours’ worth, Aunt Lucinda.”

“Exactly.” Lucinda sighed. “And the only man that she’s even been known to speak with for longer than a few minutes was your father.” She turned innocent eyes on Zeke. “You talked to her last night about her cousins’ deaths, didn’t you?”

“Yes.” Zeke answered cautiously. Damn Lucinda, she was like a shark on the scent of blood.

“Did she mention who she was dating?” Supreme innocence filled his aunt’s face. The look was frightening.

“Nope, and I didn’t ask her.”

He’d simply more or less ordered her not to consider dating anyone. He couldn’t conceive the thought of Rogue in another man’s bed. In the years she had been in Somerset, there had always been talk, especially after those pictures surfaced, but nothing serious.

“Not that I’m sure it matters.” Lucinda shrugged.

“Meaning?” Zeke was nearly pushing the words past his lips now. What the hell was Lucinda up to? Hell, she was dangerous. He should introduce her to that Homeland Security special agent, Timothy Cranston; Aunt Lucinda could teach him a thing or two about interrogation.

“Wrong question,” Shane muttered as Lucinda smiled again. That smile was known to make grown men whimper.

“Well, after those horrible pictures.” She sighed. “Well, a man has to be careful, doesn’t he?”

Zeke drew in a long, careful breath as Tabitha moved toward them. The waitress carried menus, and behind her one of the young waiters was bearing ice water.

“Aunt Lucinda,” he said softly. “We don’t want to continue this conversation.”

“Oh.” Her eyes widened. “Of course not, dear. Is she a very good friend of yours as well now?”

Friend. No, he had never called Rogue a friend. A fantasy. A temptation. The one thing he couldn’t have and wanted more than his next breath. They were more than friends. They weren’t lovers. He couldn’t allow himself to step that close to her.

“Enough.” He stared back at her as Tabitha moved closer.

Lucinda sighed. Shane made that odd choking sound again as Zeke sliced his gaze to him. His son had his head down, his lips tight, but if Zeke wasn’t mistaken, that tight line threatened to turn to a smile. When Shane knew what the hell Lucinda was up to, and Zeke didn’t, it was time to worry.

But a part of him was fairly certain he knew exactly what Lucinda was up to. No one had seen a mark on Rogue’s neck before his visit last night, now, this morning, it was there, and obviously it had been seen by one of Lucinda’s gossip buddies.

He was going to have to be more careful with Rogue’s silken skin, he thought. It was tender, so damned sweet, and obviously he wasn’t nearly as careful with her as he had been with lovers in the past. Because Zeke knew better than to leave a mark. He knew better than to leave any proof that he had spent the night with a woman, that any woman held his attention. Especially considering the fact that Lucinda butted her nose into so much as the hint that Zeke could be involved with anyone.

She believed the only way he was going to be happy would be if he remarried. Despite her own unmarried state, Lucinda wasn’t happy unless everyone around her was enjoying connubial bliss.

As his father had once said, after Lucinda’s husband’s death, she had become damned strange. Fun. But strange as hell.

Silence filled the table as the waiter set water before them and Tabitha handed them their menus with her cheery little spiel on the chef’s specials. She took their drink orders, then moved away with a promise to return shortly for their dinner orders.

“She’s a pretty little girl, Shane,” Lucinda piped up. “You could do worse.”

“No, I couldn’t,” Shane muttered. “She’s older than I am.”

“So?”

“I have a girlfriend,” Shane argued.

“So?” Lucinda pressed again.

Shane looked to Zeke with that inborn desperate plea of a son to his father to save him from drowning. Zeke stared back at him silently. The little brat had left him floundering on his own beneath Lucinda’s less-than-gentle regard. Zeke would be damned if he’d save his kid now. Let him see how it felt.

“His girlfriend is barely seventeen, Zeke. Tell Shane that’s too young.”

“That’s too young, Shane.” Zeke wished Tabitha would get back with the whisky he’d ordered.

“Is not,” Shane stated with a long-suffering sigh. “It’s just two years. It could be worse.”

Zeke stared back at him.

Lucinda tilted her head quizzically. “How could it be worse, dear?”

Shane’s lips twitched. “It could be eleven years.”

He should stay away.

Zeke parked his pickup at the back of the bar, wondering why he bothered. There was no way to hide the vehicle, and everyone that knew him knew what he drove off-hours.

He shouldn’t be here.

Flexing his hands, he reminded himself that he was just here to check up on her, make sure everything was okay. Her Harley was still at the restaurant. She’d hired a cab to return home after closing rather than calling him.

Striding to the back door he hit the intercom button and waited. He could have gone through the front and right up her stairs, but damn if he wanted to listen to more of Lucinda’s questions tomorrow.

The locks on the door clicked, a second later the panel was pulled open and Rogue stood before him, still dressed in that short, checkered skirt and heels, and the thin camisole she had worn under the long-sleeved blouse earlier.

“What do you want, Zeke?” she asked, her voice low, wary.

She looked good enough to eat.

He was going to at least taste.

He didn’t answer her. Catching the edge of the door he pushed inside before wrapping the fingers of his other hand around her wrist. He closed the door, locked it, then looked back at the open office door and the light inside the room.

“Working?” He stared down at her as he felt the slow slide of his control eroding into the dust.

“Does it matter?” Her lips twisted mockingly. “Ready for another slap and tickle, are you?”

He ignored the accusation; instead, he moved toward the room, holding her wrist firmly and drawing her with him.

Stepping inside, he came to a hard stop, his eyes narrowing at the sight of the man lounging back on the couch that sat against the wall.

Cranston was short, portly, his brown hair thinning, his expression as innocent and as unthreatening as a child’s. It was a damned good thing Zeke knew just how devious and cunning the Homeland Security agent could be.