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On our last day in the studio, someone delivers a bag with a suit for him and actual clothes for me is delivered— a pair black slacks, a gray silk blouse and black.
“We’re leaving?” I ask.
Rowan nods. “We have a business meeting at the house in three hours.”
Frowning at how insanely sexy he looks in business attire, I look at the clothes I’d laid on the bed. “We?”
He finishes tying his boots and stands beside me. “Your father and brothers are coming to discuss our new contract.”
My brows fly upward in complete shock. “He knows where I am?”
“Your mother called him last night. I thought it would be best if he heard it straight from her that you’re both alive and well.”
“So just like that, we’re one big happy family.” I cross my arms over my chest and shiver.
“Not exactly,” he says. “He threatened to eliminate every last McKenzie from the planet. But he agreed to the meeting when your mother told him how in love we are and that you orchestrated the whole thing.”
I narrow my eyes on him, my fury exploding out of control in less than a nanosecond. “You asshole!”
“Me?He’sthe one who didn’t question it. Which tells me you must often come up with nefarious plans.”
“Ugh!” I slam my palms against his chest and shove him. “I hate you.”
Laughing, he grabs hold of me and brings me tightly against him. “There you are. I thought something had happened to you when you went all submissive and sweet on me. Not that I minded having a little of the old Lou back.”
“You’re a beast, Rowan. If I pretend to like you in the least, it’s just to keep me alive until I can get the fuck out.”
His smile fades in a flash and his irises go almost black as he bends his head so that his lips brush mine. “Then I suggest you like me real fucking hard if you want to survive today.”
* * *
I didn’t realize just how much security Rowan had set up around the studio until we leave and five black Ford Explorers follow.
“You must have a lot of enemies if you feel the need to have so many guards.” I twist in my seat to face forward and stare out at the road.
“Only one who really worries me,” he confesses.
I frown and turn to him. “That Ferryman guy?”
He nods. “The moment I took over the McKenzies, I became a target. He’s already raided a few of my trucks and stolen product. The motorcycles that attacked your Rolls-Royce when you were on the way to the church?” His eyes flick to me momentarily. “That was him.”
Motorcycles? Yes, I do remember them. I didn’t realize they hadn’t all been a part of Rowan’s men.
“Why would they attack my car?” I ask, confused.
His jaw tenses as his grip on the steering wheel tightens, his knuckles going white. “Because Gideon is aware of you now.”
That makes my skin crawl. The Ferryman is aware of me now. Meaning Rowan’s stunt put me on the radar of a notorious murderer.
I shake my head at him. “If he kills me, my blood is on your hands.”
“He’d have to get through me first. And once I’m dead, he won’t want you.”
“So your death guarantees me immunity from that man,” I say thoughtfully, tapping my index finger against my chin. “Good to know.”
Rowan gives me a look that says he’d like to see me try and I smile.
We pull up to the back of the house, where the inconspicuous door to the underground garage opens, and we park near the elevator.
