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God help her, she didn’t want a man as restrictive and just as protective as her brother and cousins. She wanted a lover, a friend, and a partner. She didn’t need a keeper.
It was Saturday night.
She had a week to make plans to slip from Somerset and make her way to New York. She was going to have to essentially escape. If that was possible. Because if Dawg had even a suspicion she was leaving town for any reason, then he would have one of his buddies and/or employees or agent-type acquaintances on her ass so fast it would leave road rash on her senses.
That, she didn’t need.
She knew the world she wanted to move within, and she knew for damned sure that neither her brother and cousins nor their overprotective friends would move well within it.
So, how to escape a town where the Mackays had eyes and ears everywhere?
Everywhere.
No doubt it wouldn’t be easy.
It would require a small amount of lying through her teeth.
Piper smiled.
Hell, she could do it.
She was, after all, a Mackay.
TWO
“You are up to something. ”
Piper froze at the sound of Jed’s voice as she answered the call on her cell phone.
Lowering the smart phone, she glared at the number.
Piedmont’s Pizza.
“Since when did you begin using the phones at pizza houses?” Mockery filled her voice and she knew it.
A chuckle rasped across her senses. Even through the phone lines it had the power to weaken her knees.
“For some unknown reason my caller ID refuses to behave properly,” he drawled. “Perhaps they had the number before me. ”
Yeah. Okay. She’d let him get away with it, but she was highly dubious of the explanation.
“What do you want?” She tried for a vein of irritation in her voice, but she couldn’t help the fact that she was pleased he’d called.
And she shouldn’t be. He was bad news and she knew it, especially where her determination to hold on to the secret of her upcoming trip was concerned.
She’d wanted to tell him so badly—him more than anyone else, she was beginning to think.
“I want to know what you’re up to, of course. ” His voice lowered, the question carrying an interesting sexual connotation.
Or did she just want to imagine there was something sexual there?
“What do you think I’m up to?” she countered, rather than denying the statement.
He was like her brother: He’d never believe an instant denial. It was their mind-set or something. They knew the sound of a denial in truth and in deception. And Piper wasn’t much of a liar.
She much preferred simple evasion.
“What do I think you’re up to?” Amusement filled his voice.
