It took three weeks to pack and book movers to move Mackenzie’s things into Gordon’s house. Because she was expecting, Gordon refused to allow her to lift anything over ten pounds claiming the strain was not good for the fetus. Mackenzie was surprised at how doting he was. He bought her prenatal victims. He would cook her dinner and rub her feet while they watched TV at night. During the day, he would go to work, but they would FaceTime two or three times. He claimed it was because he was bored, but Mackenzie knew he was checking up on her. Though he had put out a warning to the others that she was not to be harmed, Gordon feared every moment he was away from her that the pack would come for her.

Things remained fairly uneventful for the first month. Mackenzie and Gordon enjoyed their time together. Mackenzie had never lived with a man before, and she found she loved every moment. Her feelings for Gordon had changed. She still lusted after him, but her heart longed for his smile and his touch. She found she could not sleep peacefully when he was not next to her. Then one morning, while she watched him dress for work, Mackenzie realized something that would change her life. She loved Gordon more than anything. She could not picture her life without him.

She wanted to tell him she loved him, but she did not know-how. Neither of them had said the words yet, and she did not know it; he was ready to hear them. The past few weeks, he had served Melissa with divorce papers and dealing with lawyers trying to dissolve his wretched marriage. Right now was not the time to tell him, given his outlook on love was skewed because of his hate for his wife. Saying I love you right now might have an altogether different reaction than the one she wanted.

She was now three months pregnant, and she had begun to show. Mackenzie smiled as she stood in front of the full-length mirror in the corner of their bedroom in her silk nightgown, running her hands over the baby bump that was forming. Gordon sat in bed, reading a book. She could see him in the mirror. “Do you think I’m getting fat?”

Mackenzie watched him through the mirror. He instantly stopped what he was doing and looked at her. “Do you really expect me to answer that because it feels like a trap?”

She sighed as she turned to face him. “I’m serious, Gordon. I feel like I’m putting on weight.”

Gordon placed his book down then got out of bed. He walked over to her and turned Mackenzie, so she was facing the mirror and looking at their reflection. He wrapped himself around her with his hands over her belly as his face nuzzled hers. “You are putting on weight,” Gordon whispered in her ear, “because you are growing a miracle, and you have never looked more beautiful.”

Mackenzie smiled and turned in his arms to face him. She laced her arms around his neck and kissed him softly. “You always know exactly what to say,” staring up into his eyes. Mackenzie knew this was the moment to say “I love you” for the first time.

The sound of the doorbell startled Mackenzie out of her thoughts. The moment was gone. Gordon looked at the clock on the nightstand. “It’s midnight. Who the hell could that be?”

“Shouldn’t we go see who it is?”

“Stay here. I’ll go see who it is.”

Mackenzie walked over to the closet and took out her robe. Pulling it on, she followed Gordon. He was already at the bottom of the stairs when she reached the top. The doorbell rang again, and Gordon paused and pointed at Mackenzie. “Damn it, woman, I said stay there, not follow.”

Mackenzie placed her hands on her hips. “Did you just call me, woman?”

“We will discuss chauvinism later, get back in the bedroom,” God. He was sexy when he was bossy, but she still was not going back to the bedroom. Gordon walked over to the door and opened it. Mackenzie could not see who it was from the top of the stairs. “Who are you?” Gordon asked. She was worried that it was not someone he knew.

“I’m looking for Mackenzie Starr,” Mackenzie recognizes that voice, but who was it.

“Who is asking?” Gordon asked as Mackenzie started down the stairs to see a face she would never forget.

“Agent Meskler?” Mackenzie gasped.

Gordon turned and looked at her. “You know this guy?”

Mackenzie nodded. She knew him, and if he was here, it was not good. Agent Meskler had been the FBI agent who put her in protective custody. He was a man in his fifties with salt and pepper hair. He had aged since she had last seen him. His dark eyes had a look of concern. “Hello Mackenzie, we need to talk.”

“Let him in,” she said as she reached the bottom of the stairs.

“Mackenzie, who is this?” Gordon asked.

“Agent Lenard Meskler, FBI Organized Crime Unit.”

“Agent Meskler is the one who put me in witness protection,” Mackenzie said as the Agent followed them to the couch in the living room. They all sat down with Gordon next to Mackenzie. He reached out and held her hand. He seemed as nervous as she was. “Something is wrong, isn’t it?”

where you are,” Donald Falcone was the head of the mafia In California. It was his son Harold that she had witnessed murdering her parents. It was well known that his goons would take out anyone who messed with his family and toss them overboard from his yacht wearing

his

knows where you are, Mackenzie. He has already put a contract out on you. It’s all over the dark web. People are coming after you. He’s not screwing

die, and if Donald Falcone knew where she was

to deal with its unique needs on her own. She could

can protect you,” Gordon told her. “You know I

with me now,” Agent

was so conflicted. Mackenzie looked into Gordon’s eyes. Regardless of the danger, she could not bring herself to leave him. “Are

believed Gordon when he said he could protect her. All it would take would be for Gordon to wolf out and rip

here, and I’m not letting Donald

with me now, you are as good

“I’ll take my chances.”

of this situation,” Agent Meskler said

is staying. Now I think you ought to

“Mackenzie…”

menacing growl rumbling

Agent Meskler to the door. He paused in the

out,” Gordon shoved Agent Meskler out the door and slammed it in his face and locked the deadbolt. Mackenzie

“Why not?”

intuition… he doesn’t smell

doesn’t smell, right? What does he smell

“Fear and desperation.”

for my

think so. I’m pretty good at reading people, and it’s not you that he’s afraid

***

grip on the steering wheel so tight his knuckles were white. He was sitting outside his motel, trying to think about how to handle this situation. He had failed in his attempt to bring Mackenzie with him. Donald Falcone was going to be pissed off. Lenard had always been a good cop, but after a few years, he became jaded and crooked. He had started taking protection money and

to them, or he would kill Lenard’s wife and two children. To

was living with had proven an obstacle. Now he was screwed. He could not go back to California without Mackenzie Starr’s head in the trunk of his car. If he did, his life was

to die, but first, he had to get rid of Gordon

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him. With Falcone looking for her, he

were covering her perky breasts for modesty. This girl passed the time by trying to engage Gordon in a flirtatious conversation. Clearly, she did not realize Mackenzie was his girlfriend. She probably thought Mackenzie was Gordon’s daughter. This woman’s flirtations were grating on Mackenzie’s nerves. Gordon did not

did not stop trying to seduce Mackenzie’s man, she was going to have to kick this woman’s ass. The chime above the door went off, alerting them to someone’s presence. Gordon looked up for a brief

the middle of

father is with a client if you want to come back and

you we wanted to see,” Aurora said. “Only

words to Mackenzie since the day they learned she was with child. Sure, Aster had spent some time with her father over the past two months, but it had always been while Mackenzie was not around. She held no

do you want with

one another, then back at her. They both

the last time

we said,”

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