Maya Banks - Theirs to Keep

“She’s scary,” Charlie piped up. “I hid in the corner.”

Cade laughed. “Sounds like you cleaned up after our slobby asses.”

Elle nodded. “I even answered the phones. I took messages and left them for each of you on your desks.”

“Well, hell,” Merrick muttered. “Looks like we owe you dinner at least.”

Her mood brightened. “Like go out to eat?” Then her face fell. “But don’t you have to go back to the gym tonight?” she asked Merrick.

Cade and Merrick exchanged surprised glances. She couldn’t blame them. She hadn’t ventured out of their home or their office in the three weeks she’d been with them. But today she felt freer and she felt safe. She couldn’t spend the rest of her life hiding, and as long as she was with Cade and Merrick, she knew they wouldn’t allow anything to hurt her.

So yeah, she wanted to go out to an actual restaurant and do something normal, like eat a good meal and discuss the day.

“You pick it, and we’ll make it happen,” Cade said, a smile broadening his features.

“I don’t have to be anywhere but where I want tonight,” Merrick said.

“Are you sure?” she asked hesitantly. The last thing she wanted was to interfere in Merrick’s routine.

“Absolutely,” Merrick said. “Now tell us what you’d like to eat.”

She pursed her lips a moment and then pondered what sounded good to her.

“Do you have any good Thai places local? I don’t know why, but right now I’d sell my soul for some really good Thai food.”

“As a matter of fact, there’s one three blocks from here,” Merrick said. “Charlie, you in?”

Cade’s dad shook his head. “You kids go on and have fun. This old man is going home to have a beer and some leftover pizza.”

He bent over to kiss Elle’s cheek, and then he waved at Cade and Merrick as he headed out of the office.

“You sure you feel up to going out?” Merrick asked.

She nodded. “Yeah, I want to. I need to. I can’t go on hiding in your house and your office. Not to mention, I’ll end up going stir-crazy. I know you won’t let anything happen to me. I trust you, so I’m not afraid.”

Cade reached over to touch her cheek. “That’s good, Elle. Because it’s absolutely true. Merrick and I aren’t going to let anything happen to you again.”

Merrick reached for her hand to pull her to her feet. “Let’s go, sweetheart. I’m starving.”

She walked out of the office and to the car solidly between the two men. And the hell of it was, it felt completely natural. Right there between them. Them flanking her protectively.

Just like she belonged to both of them.

And maybe she did. Maybe she already knew that.

But did they? And how would they react to such an absurd idea?

ELLE’S STOMACH WAS FULL OF butterflies as she sat in the locker room where Merrick was preparing for his bout. Cade and Dallas were in the next room where Merrick was in the final leg of his routine when he mentally got set for the task ahead. Charlie sat next to her, along with a number of people Elle didn’t know.

They were all involved with Merrick. His camp, as Charlie called them. Oh they’d been introduced, but their names and faces had all been a blur to her. Quite frankly, she was terrified to be away from the place she considered her refuge.

Las Vegas was a glittery city, the likes of which she’d never experienced. She had no way to know if it was true or not, but she fully believed she was a small-town girl at heart.

Cade and Merrick had insisted that she accompany them for Merrick’s bout, and it wasn’t that she truly wanted to remain behind by herself, but the idea of being so…public…scared the holy hell out of her.

It had been a concern for Merrick and Cade as well. With the media coverage of the event and all eyes on his fight to see whether he’d be granted a shot at the title, the very last thing they wanted was for her to show up on television or in a photo that circulated the Internet and media outlets.

They’d been extremely careful. She touched the ends of the blond wig she wore and wondered if it was truly enough to alter her appearance. She wore dark sunglasses, even inside the arena, and Dallas stuck to her like glue to give the impression that she was with him.

Cade and Merrick largely ignored Elle when anyone else was present, but she could feel their gazes on her. Knew they watched closely.

“Nervous?” Charlie asked in a low voice.

She glanced sideways and then quickly looked in the direction of the other occupants of the small room.

“A little,” she admitted.

She’d watched Merrick train for a month. She’d even watched fights on television, but she’d never seen a live fight. She’d watched Merrick’s opponent when the guys had watched footage from previous matches over and over to monitor strengths and weaknesses.

The guy Merrick was fighting was the other leading contender for the heavyweight belt, and she knew from listening to the others that his style was ground and pound, whatever that meant.

All Elle knew was that Merrick was willingly walking into a ring with a man who wanted nothing more than to kick his ass.

Charlie reached for her hand and squeezed. “Don’t be. Merrick is ready for this. He’s focused. He’s confident. He’s going to win.”

“I just want him not to get hurt,” she blurted.

Charlie smiled. “Now, I don’t want you to get all freaked out over blood, cuts and bruises. That’s what happens when two grown men go all out in the ring. Merrick’s smart, though, and he’s fast for such a big man.”

Just then Merrick’s trainer, Dakota Trayburn, walked over and touched Charlie on the shoulder.

“We’re ready if you and Elle want to go on out. I’ll have two men go with you. Dallas and Cade will be along in a minute. They’re going to walk out with Merrick.”

Adrenaline lurched through Elle’s veins, and just as quickly, fear tracked close behind. She licked her lips and squared her shoulders, determined not to show these people that she was some kind of wimp.

Two broad-shouldered men with no necks and bulging biceps walked over to where she and Charlie sat.

“Ma’am,” one said politely. “We’ll escort you to your seats if you’re ready.”

Curling her fingers tightly around her bag, she stood. Charlie put his hand to her back in a reassuring manner, and they followed boulder number one out the door and into the arena.

The noise was deafening. The previous bout had finished, and the victor was circling the ring, pumping his fists into the air. All around them, people bumped and pushed. The two men escorting them positioned their bodies between her and Charlie and the crowd and pushed their way down the aisle, their arms out to keep everyone at bay.

There was a row of empty chairs ringside, and one of the men gestured for her and Charlie to take a seat on the end. As she eased down, she turned her head in all directions, taking in the enormous crowd crammed into the event center of the casino.

She jumped when the arena darkened. Camera flashes went wild, and ominous music began to play. On the opposite side, Merrick’s opponent began to make his way to the ring. Elle watched in fascination as he worked the crowd and was introduced to a mixture of cheers and boos.

When it was Merrick’s turn to enter the arena, her head turned automatically to search him out. It was like looking at a different person. Someone she didn’t know. A celebrity who was going to walk right by her.

It hadn’t registered with her, even during the weeks of training, that Merrick was this larger-than-life person. He just seemed so…normal. Nice. But the man making his way toward the ring looked anything but nice. He was someone who would scare the ever-loving shit out of her if she met him elsewhere.

The crowd roared, and she curiously looked around, seeing the approval of the fans. He was the favorite, judging by the crowd’s response. It fascinated her that there were so many people rooting for him. These people knew who he was. They followed his career and his success. They were invested in him.

To her, he was just Merrick Sullivan. The man who made her feel…safe.

As Merrick and his entourage walked by, Merrick reached down and brushed his hand down her arm. It was brief. It could have been considered accidental. Only, she knew better. Even utterly focused, he’d sent her a message.

Dallas and Cade stepped up to the ring while Merrick was being introduced. Merrick stripped off his hoody and tossed it toward Cade. Elle swallowed hard as she looked at the heavily muscled warrior in front of her.

All he wore was a pair of trunks and the gloves that were a great deal smaller than a boxer’s. He danced in place, keeping loose and limber as his bare feet glided over the mat.

Dallas took a seat on the other side of Elle, but Cade remained ringside with two other members of Merrick’s team.

“He’s looking good,” Dallas said in her ear. “He’s focused and confident. He’s going to win.”

Dallas’s words sent a thrill through her chest. She held her breath as she watched the two fighters face off as the referee outlined the rules.

She’d never seen Merrick so…fierce. She couldn’t wrap her head around the difference in this man, the fighter, and the man who’d held her and comforted her so many times.

As the two men parted and the bell rang, signaling the start, Elle surged forward in her seat. Other than the light touch to her arm, Merrick hadn’t acknowledged her in any way. She hadn’t expected him to. He had to be focused. A distraction could cost him the match and could cause him serious injury.