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The Mighty Quinns: Mac
Kate Hoffmann
No strings. No tomorrow. Just here and now…Luke ''Mac'' MacKenzie has no past. Orphaned at twelve, he doesn't remember his real name or why his parents were on the run. The name "Aileen Quinn" means nothing to him. Now Mac wanders through the country as a pilot, never settling down…until he finds something—or someone—who stops him in his tracks.After all she's been through, Emma Bryant just wants a fling—a hot man for a passionate night she'll never forget. Preferably someone tall, dark and really, really hot. Like Mac. The problem is, there's nothing casual about the heat between them…or the bond that threatens them with something neither thought they could have: a future.
No strings. No tomorrow. Just here and now...
Luke ‘’Mac’’ MacKenzie has no past. Orphaned at twelve, he doesn’t remember his real name or why his parents were on the run. The name “Aileen Quinn” means nothing to him. Now Mac wanders through the country as a pilot, never settling down...until he finds something—or someone—who stops him in his tracks.
After all she’s been through, Emma Bryant just wants a fling—a hot man for a passionate night she’ll never forget. Preferably someone tall, dark and really, really hot. Like Mac. The problem is, there’s nothing casual about the heat between them...or the bond that threatens them with something neither thought they could have: a future.
Praise for Kate Hoffmann’s The Mighty Quinns (#ulink_38b83c54-d390-5ace-89e5-df3175b85401)
“[Kate] Hoffmann always brings a strong story to the table with The Mighty Quinns, and this is one of her best.”
—RT Book Reviews on The Mighty Quinns: Eli
“[Hoffmann’s] characters are well written and real. The Mighty Quinns: Eli is a recommended read for lovers of the Quinn family, lovers of the outdoors and lovers of a sensitive man.”
—Harlequin Junkie
“Hoffmann always does a great job creating different stories for the members of the Quinn clan.”
—RT Book Reviews on The Mighty Quinns: Rogan
“A winning combination of exciting adventure and romance... This is a sweet and sexy read that kept me entertained from start to finish.”
—Harlequin Junkie on The Mighty Quinns: Malcolm
“As usual, Hoffmann has written a light yet compelling tale with just enough angst and long-term background story to provide momentum for the next member of the Quinn family we are most certainly going to meet.”
—RT Book Reviews on The Mighty Quinns: Ryan
Dear Reader (#ulink_a94c1d3a-0eae-529f-b988-e82e5a3245c4),
I’ve been writing for the Mills & Boon Blaze line for about as long as the imprint has been in existence. And the Mighty Quinns have been a part of my writing life for fifteen years and thirty-four stories!
In this final book of my “Black Sheep” series of the Mighty Quinns, I’ve taken on an unusual challenge—a virgin heroine and a hero with no past. Working with quirky characters can be a lot of fun and opens new doors when it comes to the romantic relationship.
I hope you enjoy Mac and Emma’s story as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Happy reading,
The Mighty Quinns: Mac
Kate Hoffmann
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
KATE HOFFMANN celebrated her twentieth anniversary as a Mills & Boon author in August 2013. She has published over eighty books, novellas and short stories for Mills & Boon Temptation and Mills & Boon Blaze. She spent time as a music teacher, a retail assistant and an advertising exec before she settled into a career as a full-time writer. Her other interests include genealogy, musical theater and vegan cooking. She lives in southeastern Wisconsin with her two cats, Winnie and Gracie.
To Birgit Davis-Todd, who first suggested I write about the Quinns.
Contents
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Dedication (#ub9290539-0c2e-56e7-92ef-fb155fe73616)
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“WHAT’S YOUR NAME, SON?”
Lukas sat on the edge of the gurney, his gaze darting around the exam room. He was trapped by a pale green curtain on three sides, and he fought the impulse to run. It would only make him look more suspicious and he was unsure of what was waiting on the other side.
The police officer pulled up a stool and sat down, resting his hand on Luke’s knee. “Do you know where your parents are? They were with you ten days ago when you checked into the motel. What happened?”
Tears welled in the corners of his eyes. How long had it been? He’d lost count of the days since the fight. It had been a particularly violent argument between his mother and father, and, as usual, he’d locked himself in the bathroom, covering his ears against the bitter words they’d flung at each other.
But this fight had been different. The next morning, when he’d woken up, they were gone. He’d found himself alone, his meager belongings scattered around the motel room. He’d waited, certain they’d return for him. As the days passed and he’d been forced to search the trash cans for food, Luke realized that he was twelve years old and he was on his own.
“Do you have any relatives we can call?” the officer asked.
It had always been just the three of them, as long as he could remember. They’d moved around a lot, sometimes staying in motels for weeks on end, other times settling into a house or an apartment when his father found work. Luke would enroll in school and life would seem almost normal.
Then, something would happen and they’d be off again, slipping away in the dark of night, leaving behind anything that couldn’t fit in the car.
He couldn’t remember when life wasn’t like this, when his father wasn’t angry and abusive and when his mother wasn’t terrified. They were running from something—or someone—dangerous. Whoever or whatever it was, it was always just a few steps behind them.
“I—I’m not sure where they are,” Luke murmured.
He knew just one truth. They were gone and he was all alone in the world—all alone against some invisible threat that still stalked him. They’d left St. Louis two days ago, on the run again. He wasn’t even sure where they were now. Colorado? Utah? They’d been headed to Oregon, but that’s all he’d been told.
“Where do you live?”
“I can’t remember,” he insisted.
“Son, I don’t think—”
“I don’t know,” Luke said. “Can I leave now?”
“No, you can’t leave. We need to find a relative,” the officer said, “or you’re going to have to go into the foster care system. You don’t want to do that, do you?”
In truth, the option sounded good to him. He’d be safe, hidden among strangers. Luke wasn’t sure how long he’d be able to survive on his own. He had no money, nowhere to sleep, nothing to eat. “It’s okay,” he said. “You can send me there.”
“No relatives? No one who might want to take you in?”
Luke shook his head, then slipped off the edge of the gurney. “I’m hungry. Can I get something to eat?”
The officer stood up. “Let me see what I can find,” he murmured.
Luke circled the gurney and found a dark corner where he could think. Up until a few weeks ago, he’d been Lukas Parrish. But since leaving St. Louis he was Lukas MacKenzie. “M-A-C-capital-K-E-N-Z-I-E,” he murmured to himself. His father had made him spell it over and over again until it came naturally. There had been other names in other places. He had no idea which one to use. He knew that Parrish wasn’t his real last name, either. Before Parrish it had been Cartwright, and before that, Phillips. If he thought about it hard enough, he could come up with ten or fifteen different names. Since MacKenzie was the last name his father had told him to use, that was the name he’d given the police.
Pulling his knees up to his chest, he wrapped his arms over his head, wrapping his body into a tight ball. The tears stung his eyes and Luke finally surrendered to his fears. A string of curses burst from his lips and he felt a surge of anger toward his parents. How could they do this to him?
This was all his fault. He should have been brave and convinced his mother to leave his father. He should have kept her safe. They could have made a good life for themselves. But his father was a selfish, obsessive man. He hadn’t been happy unless he controlled every facet of his family’s lives. He’d always said it was for their safety, but Luke knew better. His father would never have let his mother go.
He saw a policewoman approach and he avoided her gaze, knowing there would be more questions.
“How are you doing, Luke?” she asked in a kind voice.
“Not so good,” Luke murmured. “Am I going to foster care soon?”
She pulled something out of her pocket and held it out to him. It was the little tin box of treasures that he kept with him. Luke wasn’t sure where the box had come from, but he’d always had it. No matter where they moved, his mother helped him find a proper hiding place for it, a spot that his father wouldn’t find. Luke wasn’t sure why it meant so much them. He assumed that the contents of the box must be important.
“Is this yours?” the officer asked.
Luke nodded and he took the box from her outstretched hand. “Can you find a photo of your mother in there?”
Luke sorted through it and held up a shot of the two of them together taken in a photo booth at a seaside amusement park. He’d been young, but he remembered that day—the warm sand and the salty sea breeze. The gulls that swooped down from the sky to finish the remains of Luke’s and his mother’s sandwiches.
“This is her?” the policewoman asked.
Luke nodded.
“Do you have a picture of your father?”
“He doesn’t like photos.”
She held out a small wallet-sized album. “What about these people? They look older. Are they your grandparents?”
He shook his head. “I’m not sure who they are.”
“And these wedding bands? And this watch? Who does this belong to?”
Luke shrugged. “They’ve always been in the box. I don’t know.”
The rest of the treasures were things he’d added—a seashell, a piece of pink quartz, an old Indian head nickel. Had his father known of the box, the contents would have been pawned long ago.
“We’re going to make a copy of this photo and see if we can track down your parents,” she said. “And if you remember anything else, you give me a call, all right?” She handed him a business card. “That’s my home number.”
“I don’t think they want me,” he said. Tears filled his eyes and spilled out onto his cheeks. Though he tried to stop them by sheer force of will, nothing he thought or did seemed to control his grief. She rubbed his back until he stopped crying, then handed him a wad of tissues.
“I can’t believe that’s true,” she said.
Maybe he was wrong. But until he was sure, he’d follow his father’s rules. The rules would keep him safe. His name was Luke MacKenzie. But his friends called him Mac.
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“WHO ARE YOU? Where’s Buddy? I need to talk to Buddy. When will he be back?”
Luke MacKenzie grabbed a rag from the floor of the airplane hangar and wiped the grease from his hands. As he approached the counter, he studied the woman who had burst through the door just a few seconds before.
Her dark hair was windblown and the color was high on her cheeks. His gaze dropped to her lush lips and perfect white teeth. Her expression, though tense with anger, did nothing to diminish her natural beauty. In truth, he hadn’t met anyone quite so beautiful in a very long time.
Mac grinned lazily and walked up to the counter. “Which one of those questions would you like me to answer first?” he asked, leaning closer to her.
Her scowl deepened. “Where’s Buddy?”
“He’s in the hospital having his hip replaced.”
The news seemed to take her by surprise and he detected a slight blush creeping up her cheeks. “Oh,” she murmured. “He did tell me that. When is he going to be back?”
