The Cain Casey Series

Chapter Forty-Eight

The blinds in Muriel’s private office were down, assuring Cain she was the only one enjoying the vision in the strapless black bra and thong. The extremely revealing undergarments had been necessary for the dress Emma had just taken off.

“What’s all that leering for?”

Cain’s deep chuckle hardened Emma’s nipples noticeably.

“You stand there looking like that, and you wonder why I’m leering? I’m only human, darlin’.”

“Think you’ll still be leering when I’m as big as a house?”

Cain laughed again, but this time she stood up so she could inspect more closely. “I remember a bit of my leering and what happened after it sent you into labor with Hayden.”

She traced a path from the presently flat stomach up to cup Emma’s breast. “You’re in my blood, lass, so I’ll always desire you, no matter what.”

“Are you planning to finish what you’re starting now?” The starch of Cain’s shirt felt good against Emma’s back as she leaned farther into the strong body.

“We have a flight to catch,” Cain said, but didn’t let go.

“Then stop making me crazy or we’ll be late.” She pressed her hand into Cain’s crotch. “Very late.”

“Cruel, sweetling.” Cain didn’t want to, but she stepped back and unbuttoned her shirt. They did have a plane to catch, and she wanted to get business out of the way so she could leisurely finish what they’d started. “Now, please put something on before I forget what my name is.”

“Did the men sweep tonight?” Emma stepped into an old pair of jeans and zipped them up before changing the bra and putting on a sweater.

“Thoroughly, why?” Cain settled for a pair of chinos, a fresh white shirt, and a dark sweater. The couple looked more like models for a Gap ad than a part of an organized crime family.

“Just curious as to what’s going to happen next.”

In the interest of time Cain gave her the quick version before escorting her to the elevator. When they reached the first floor of the club, their bodyguards were waiting, dressed very much like Emma.

“How did our fishing expedition go?” Cain asked.

“I believe the term is ‘they fell for it hook, line, and sinker,’ so I hope they dressed appropriately,” Lou joked. He blushed when Emma walked up and pressed her hand to the side of his face that wasn’t burned. “I’m all right, Mrs. Casey, really.”

“Then take a stroll outside and see if we still have company,” Cain said with a wink.

The back alley appeared empty except for the vehicle parked close to the door.

Though Vincent’s plane was in the air heading south, Remi Jatibon’s was sitting in the family hangar waiting for a trip north. Ten minutes after the Coast Guard jet had hit twenty thousand feet, the fuel truck pulled up at Jatibon’s hangar.

The Caseys drove straight in and took their time boarding, since the hangar doors were closed and the building was windowless. Ramon had never cared for prying eyes, even when what he was doing was innocent.

“Welcome aboard, folks,” the pilot said. “Ms. Casey, according to Mr. Jatibon and Remi, the extra cargo is in the small private office waiting for you.” He pointed in the appropriate direction. “And the other cargo you sent ahead is in the bedroom.”

Cain nodded and took a seat on the sofa.

“Cargo?” Emma asked, sitting next to her. They had to kill about thirty minutes before takeoff.

“Tonight is about repaying favors and settling debts. To accomplish that, you always need a little baggage, so to speak.”

“Then I look forward to the morning.”

Everything Emma had prayed for in the past four years was just beyond her reach, and that was what worried her the most—wanting too much always resulted in huge disappointment when it didn’t pan out.