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No. As he put his arms around this small, unwanted visitor and felt the firm bulge of her abdomen, which had been disguised by her baggy sweater, his heart sank even further.
Somehow, in the space of just a heartbeat or two, he’d offered protection to a woman who looked as though she was running from something. Or someone.
A very pregnant woman.
‘Max…’ The word was a warning. ‘What are you doing, man? She’s come to the wrong apartment, that’s all.’
‘No.’ Max held onto the body shaking with silent sobs and did his best to guide her towards the sofa. ‘Sarah Prescott was the previous tenant here. She took off to the States last week.’
‘What?’ Max felt a determined push against his chest that felt familiar. ‘No.’
Tears were scrubbed from her face and she gave a rather unladylike sniff. ‘She’s going on Friday. Tomorrow. That’s why I’m here. I’m going to go with her.’
‘She did go on Friday. Last Friday.’ Max sighed and let his gaze drop to the oversized sweater. ‘You really think they would have let you on an international flight? When are you due?’
Her mouth dropped open and he could see the wheels turning in her head. She realised he’d felt the shape of her body when he’d taken hold of her. A flush of colour stained pale cheeks but she said nothing.
Resentment at the intrusion into a private moment was long gone. Max could sense the spark of curiosity from the others now, albeit reluctantly, particularly on Jet’s part. But this was a damsel in distress. She needed help.
‘Come and sit down,’ Max suggested. ‘What’s your name?’
‘Ellie,’ she said, but didn’t move any closer to the sofa. ‘Ellie Peters.’
‘I’m Max. That’s Rick, who’s putting his helmet on the table over there, and this is Jet.’
That surprised her.
‘His real name is James,’ Max added. ‘But he’s always had a thing for flying and his hair’s really black, see?’
Ellie gave a slow nod as she flicked a cautious gaze towards the other men.
Rick was near the window now. ‘His hair’s only that colour ‘cause he dyes it,’ he said casually.
Jet’s snort told Rick he would pay for that comment later but Ellie’s lips twitched. Good. She was starting to relax. Maybe they could find out why it was she needed to find her absent friend so urgently, offer some advice to solve the problem and send her on her way. The others had to head away themselves very soon and they didn’t get together often enough to make sharing the last of this time a welcome prospect. No wonder Jet was looking so impatient.
‘Can I get you a drink?’ Max offered Ellie. His gaze dropped automatically to the bulge of her sweater. So obvious now he’d felt it. Curiously, he could still feel it. As part of that body shaking with sobs she’d tried so hard to stifle. A shape that seemed to be imprinted on his own body. She was eyeing the beer bottles on the table. ‘I mean…water or something?’
‘Hate to break up the party,’ Rick drawled, ‘but there’s a guy on the street out here who seems rather interested in this apartment.’
Ellie’s indrawn breath was a gasp. She slid sideways, making sure she wasn’t in view. Closer to the wall now, she kept moving and peeped around the edge of the window frame.
‘Oh…no…’ The word was a groan. ‘It’s Marcus. I thought I’d lost him at the airport.’
‘And who is Marcus?’ Max stepped swiftly to look out of the window but the street below was deserted apart from a taxi and its driver.
‘He’s…um…He was my…’ Ellie seemed to be finding it difficult to find the description she wanted. ‘I was in a relationship with him. Briefly. It’s been…hard to get away.’
The underlying message was unmistakable. Max tried to curb the slash of anger. ‘He’s stalking you?’
‘Ah…kind of, I guess.’
‘Where have you come from?’
‘Today? Wellington. I think he must have hired a private investigator who picked up on my air-ticket purchase. He must have flown down from Auckland to be at the airport by the time I arrived.’
‘Auckland…of course…’ Rick snapped his fingers. ‘Thought the little weasel looked vaguely familiar.’
Everybody’s head swung in Rick’s direction. Max and Ellie spoke together.
‘You know him?’
‘Marcus Jones. Orthopaedic surgeon, yes?’
‘Y-yes,’ Ellie stammered, looking bewildered.
Rick addressed the others. ‘Had a little run-in with him when I was working in Auckland Central a few years back.’ The huff of expelled breath was not complimentary. ‘Guy with a nasty spinal tumour. I was keen to try a new approach. Risky but perfectly doable. Would have left him neurologically intact.’
The nod from Max and Jet accepted that Rick’s judgement would have been correct.
‘The weasel is persuasive. He talked the patient and his family into going with the standard protocol. Poor guy ended up quadriplegic and on a home ventilator. Probably dead by now.’
Max caught Jet’s raised eyebrow and nodded. ‘He follows the rules.’
‘Hell, he thinks he can make the rules,’ Rick said.
‘Does he, now?’ Max injected enough of an ominous tone into his query to earn approving glances from the other men. A glance at Ellie’s wide eyes revealed that she had no clue what the unspoken conversation going on here was about but it certainly wasn’t making her feel any more secure.
Should he take the time to tell her that one of the things that welded the three of them together was the shared conviction that sometimes some of the rules had to be broken? That they were all people who had no hesitation in doing exactly that if they considered it to be necessary?
He didn’t have the time. The rap on his door was far more demanding than Ellie’s knock had been.
‘Open the door.’ The owner of the voice was used to being in control. ‘I know you’re in there, Eleanor.’
Jet went to open the door.
‘No,’ Ellie breathed. ‘Please…’
Max and Rick moved to stand on either side of Ellie.
Max tilted his head. ‘He doesn’t sound like he’s going to go away without a little encouragement. You’re safe here, remember?’
‘Mmm.’ The sound was hesitant but hopeful. It tugged at something deep inside Max.
‘You’d like him to go away, wouldn’t you?’
‘Yes.’
‘For good?’
‘Oh…yes.’
Jet flung the door open.
‘About time.’ The small man in a pinstriped suit stepped into the apartment. ‘Come on, Eleanor. I’ve got a taxi waiting for us.’
Ellie said nothing. Max could see the way her lips trembled even though she had them pressed tightly together.
The newcomer took another step further inside and it was then that he seemed to notice Ellie’s companions. He looked over his shoulder at Jet, who had closed the door and was leaning against it, his arms folded and a menacing look on his face. Max almost grinned. No one could do menacing quite as well as Jet.
Rick earned a look then. And finally Max. Good thing they were all still in their leathers, having only just finished their annual road trip, which was part of their tribute to Matt. Even better that they were all at least six inches taller, considerably heavier and quite a lot younger than the dapper surgeon.
Marcus Jones cleared his throat. ‘Who are these people, Eleanor?’
Ellie remained silent. She looked remarkably like a small, wild animal caught in the glare of oncoming headlights, Max decided before flicking his gaze back to the most recent arrival.
He watched the way Marcus swallowed, revealing his discomfort. This man was a bully, he realised. The thought that he’d had the opportunity to bully the woman standing beside him was more than enough to fuel his simmering anger.
The surgeon spread his hands in a contrived gesture of appeal and directed his words to the men in the room. ‘Look, I don’t know what she’s told you but this is nothing more than a minor misunderstanding. Eleanor’s my fiancée. She’s pregnant with my child and I’ve come to take her home.’
Max felt Ellie sway slightly beside him. He put his arm around her shoulders and she leaned into him. He glanced down and met her eyes. He saw a silent plea for protection that no red-blooded man could have resisted. Especially an angry one.
‘Funny,’ he heard himself say mildly, ‘Ellie told me the baby is mine, and you know what?’ He speared the stranger with his gaze. ‘I believe her.’
The silence was stunned and no wonder. Max was more than a little stunned himself by what he’d just said.
The baby is mine?
They were words he’d never expected to utter in his life and they were having a rather odd effect. Creating a weird tingle of something that felt curiously…pleasant. Good, even. They made him feel taller. More powerful.
Rick made a sound that could have been strangled laughter but was effectively disguised as a cough. Unseen by Marcus, Jet shook his head in disbelief and didn’t bother to hide his smirk.
Max drew himself up to his full six feet three inches and didn’t break his stare by so much as a blink.
‘Eleanor…’ Marcus narrowed his eyes. ‘Are you going to say something or just stand there like some kind of stuffed toy?’
Jet opened the door. ‘The lady doesn’t want to talk to you,’ he said politely. ‘Why don’t you play nice and get lost?’
‘Don’t tell me what to do,’ Marcus snapped. ‘I happen to be the top surgeon in the orthopaedic department of Auckland Central Hospital. I don’t care what kind of gang you belong to. Get in my way and you’ll regret it.’
‘What are you going to do to us?’ Rick said softly. ‘Botch some surgery perhaps and leave us to suffer on a ventilator for the rest of our lives?’
‘What did you say?’ The stare Rick received now was intense enough to send a prickle down Max’s spine. This man was dangerous. He tightened his hold on Ellie. ‘Good God…I don’t believe it. You’re that upstart neurology registrar who thought he knew more than I did.’
‘It was a few years ago,’ Rick reminded him. ‘I’m actually a neurosurgical consultant these days.’
‘And I’m an emergency medicine consultant,’ Max informed him. ‘Your status isn’t helping you much here, mate.’
‘I’m on an ED locum run while I’m in town,’ Jet murmured. ‘But I’m usually a medic with the SAS. Your threats don’t hold much water, either.’
Max heard Ellie’s sharp intake of breath. Had she really thought they were gang members, too? She’d still trusted him, though, hadn’t she?
He liked that.
Whatever was going through her head, she seemed to be feeling braver.
‘Go away, Marcus,’ she said. ‘I told you a very long time ago that I never wanted to see you again.’
Marcus Jones was looking less and less sure of himself. He shifted his feet and glanced over his shoulder at the open door behind him.
‘She’s with me now,’ Max added for good measure. ‘My woman. My baby.’ He smiled grimly. ‘Now get the hell out of here and don’t come back. Ever.’
They all watched from the window as Marcus Jones scrambled into the waiting taxi and left.
Rick chuckled. ‘Nice one, Max.’
Jet shook his head yet again. ‘Yeah…you certainly pulled a good rabbit out of the hat. Gotta love you and leave you, though, man. It’s getting late.’
‘Sure is.’ Rick was reaching for his helmet. ‘Gotta go, too, mate. We’ll catch up soon.’
‘But…’ The ground was shifting under Max’s feet. His mates were about to desert him and Ellie was still here. What the hell was he supposed to do now?
His friends knew perfectly well they were dropping him in it. They were enjoying it, for God’s sake. Grinning broadly, even.
Max walked to the door with them, doing his best to think of some way he could beg them to stay without becoming the brunt of their mirth for years to come. They were having none of it. Rick thumped him on the arm.
‘You’ll think of something,’ he said. ‘Hey…your woman, remember? Your baby.’
He could hear the echo of their laughter even well after the door closed behind them.
CHAPTER TWO (#ulink_ee4905d2-6853-53a2-ad14-f111e6303f76)
THE throaty roar of powerful bikes faded but Ellie could still feel the reverberations.
Or was she still shaking from the face-to-face encounter with Marcus Jones?
Unbidden, her legs took her to one of the chairs around a table and she sank down onto it. Her worst fear had been realised. Marcus had found her. He knew she was pregnant and sounded absolutely confident that the baby was his.
But she had won. Not completely, of course. Her legs were probably still shaky because she knew he wouldn’t give up this easily but she had won this round thanks to a most unlikely team of dark, leather-clad angels. They were, without doubt, the most impressive array of masculinity she’d ever been this close to and they had stood up for her.
Protected her.
Sent Marcus Jones scurrying away with his tail between his legs.
He wouldn’t like that.
The tiny smile Ellie had been quite unaware of, as she had thought of her guardian angels in action, faded abruptly.
‘You OK?’ A chair scraped on the tiled area of the floor as Max took a seat at the other end of the table. He pushed a black, full-faced helmet to one side, where it clunked against the trio of beer bottles.
