preferred to sleep away from home, making it easier to leave when he felt the need. But he wanted to keep Eden close.
The sound of Marcus’s cell phone echoed in the loft, and he carefully rolled out of bed and grabbed his jeans from the floor, finding the phone in his pocket. He flipped it open and recognized Dec’s cell number on the caller ID. Marcus paused, wondering if he ought to answer it.
He finally pushed the button as he walked across the loft to the bathroom. “Hey,” he murmured. “What’s up?”
“I’m downstairs,” Declan said. “Do you have coffee?”
Marcus stared at his reflection in the mirror, rubbing his palm over the stubble on his jaw. “No, we’ll have to go out. I’ll be right down.”
He quickly grabbed his jeans and pulled them on, then shrugged into a T-shirt. His deck shoes were at the door, and he slipped into them before crossing back to the bed. Bending over Eden, he kissed her forehead. Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled up at him. “I have to go out for a bit. I’ll bring back breakfast,” he said.
“Don’t leave,” Eden murmured, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Stay here with me.”
Marcus groaned as he tangled his fingers through Eden’s tousled hair. He kissed her again. “I have to go. Dec is downstairs waiting. If I don’t show, he’ll come looking for me and he’ll find you.”
Eden’s smile brightened. “Invite him up. We can all climb back into bed.”
Marcus growled playfully. “I don’t think that would be a good idea.”
“Then take me with you. I’d like to meet your brother.”
“Not today,” Marcus said, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “I’ll be back soon. Promise.”
Eden slowly let her hand drift down his chest, then hooked her fingers in the waistband of his jeans. “Don’t keep me waiting.”
When Marcus got downstairs, he found Dec perched on the hood of his BMW, dressed in khakis and a starched blue oxford. He slid to his feet as Marcus approached, holding up a bakery bag. “How did you know I was here?” Marcus asked.
“I took Ma to early mass and I saw your truck,” Dec said. “I brought breakfast.”
“Let’s go out,” Marcus replied. “I need something more substantial than that.”
Dec shrugged, then nodded toward his car. When they were inside, he glanced over at Marcus. “What’s up with you?”
“What do you mean?” Marcus asked.
A frown furrowed Dec’s forehead. “I don’t know. You just look … odd.”
Marcus raked his hands through his hair. “Thanks.”
“I thought you were staying out on Ross’s boat.”
“I figured it would be easier to finish up the smaller pieces here. More room and better equipment.”
Dec studied him for a long time before starting the car. He looked both ways before pulling out onto the street, then headed for their favorite diner on the main street of Bonnett Harbor, only three blocks away. “I got a call last night from Ian’s dispatcher. Eden Ross was spotted over at the Sandpiper Motel. A couple of tabloid photographers got a tip from the night manager and they staked out her room.”
“So what did she have to say?” Marcus asked, trying to appear as indifferent as possible.
“I didn’t talk to her. She managed to slip out without anyone seeing her. But the photographers mentioned there was a man with her and he was driving a pickup. Ian has her voice on 911 calling in the photographers as car thieves. That’s how she created the diversion.”
Marcus nodded. “Interesting. So where do you think she is now?”
“She can’t be far,” Dec said. “She had her father’s Mercedes and left it behind.” He paused. “She must have gone home at some point to get the car, and we missed her.”
We. Somehow Dec had assumed that Marcus was part of the “team.” And for a fleeting instant Marcus thought about telling his brother the truth. In his opinion, Eden needed to talk to her father and ease Trevor Ross’s mind regarding her whereabouts. The longer she stayed under the radar, the more difficult it would be to explain to everyone involved why she’d waited so long. Hell, Marcus had given up any hope that Trevor Ross would invest in his business now. He’d cut his losses. In truth, he much preferred to take Eden’s side in the matter.
But that wouldn’t square him with his brothers. In their eyes, family loyalty came first, far ahead of any passing affections he might have for a woman. Dec and Ian both had a job to do, and he’d stood in their way.
Even if he wanted to come clean, how the hell was he supposed to explain himself? Had he become so enamored that he’d lost the ability to think for himself? Marcus had to admit that Eden Ross was pretty persuasive, especially when she turned on the sex appeal. And Marcus had never been good at reading a woman’s true intentions. He’d been drawn in before he realized what was happening.
“What are you going to do?” Marcus asked.
“Ross is sending a security detail over to the house to watch for her. Ian put out an APB on her after she called in that false emergency. And I’ve got a new assignment from Ross.”
“What is it?” Marcus asked.
Dec pulled the car into the parking lot of the diner and switched the ignition off. “Nothing you’d find interesting.”
Marcus watched a subtle shift in his brother’s expression and recognized the signs. Ian and Dec had always kept secrets from him when he was younger, but Marcus had devised an easy way to recognize a lie. Dec tried too hard to look indifferent, and Ian hid his lies with elaborate distractions. Considering that every emotion Declan felt could be seen in his face, Marcus could tell he was lying now.
“Would you like to tell me about her?” Marcus asked, grateful to find a way to deflect attention from his own lies.
Dec sighed. “She’s nothing special, certainly not enough to tempt me.”
“Be careful,” Marcus warned. “You’ve got money riding on this.”
Dec laughed sharply. “I’ve got money riding on Eden Ross, too. And there’s no way I’m going to lose on either one of those deals.”
Maybe Dec already had, he mused as he stepped out of the car. Eden was safely hidden in Marcus’s loft. And if Dec’s mystery lady was anything like Eden, then Dec didn’t stand a chance with her either. In truth, the agreement they’d made and the money they’d put down made it all the more difficult to remain celibate. Given the choice, he’d take Eden over the money any day.
When they walked into the diner, they found Ian enjoying a cup of coffee at the counter, dressed in his uniform. He happily joined them at a booth along the front windows. Alice, their favorite waitress, dropped three menus on the table and filled their coffee cups.
Ian glanced over at Marcus and frowned. “What’s
