Prologue
Home, sweet home.
Macca stepped into the main hub of Jensen Security International. Exhaustion tugged at him as he made his way down to the meeting room. This past week had been particularly grueling. He’d just stepped off a nine-hour flight from Guatemala then hopped into a waiting vehicle that had driven him and Dominic back to Sanctuary Ranch. Thanks to their client’s private plane, the flight had been much shorter than it would have been flying commercial, at least.
“What a week,” Dom groaned. He stretched as he followed Macca into the meeting room. “I feel like I could sleep for a week.”
Dom slumped into a chair, looking as tired as Macca felt.
“Went that well, huh?” Kent Jensen, their boss, stepped into the room. Behind him walked Corbin.
“Just your usual bullshit,” Macca sat in a chair next to Dom.
Kent nodded. “Let’s get the debrief out of the way then you can both go and get some sleep. You’re both off for the next week.”
Macca frowned. “Don’t need that long, chief. I’ll be good to go tomorrow.” All he needed was a hot shower and twelve hours sleep.
Kent gave him a knowing look. “You’ve barely had any time off in the last year. You need some downtime.”
Downtime? Why the fuck did he need that?
He ran his hand over his face. “I went to Hawaii for a week.” He always tried to meet up with his nan once a year in Hawaii.
Kent leaned back in his chair. “That was ten months ago.”
Shit. Was it?
“And I’m telling you that you’re taking time off.”
He ground his teeth together. It was getting harder and harder to hide how dissatisfied he had grown with his life. It wasn’t his job. He loved working as a security specialist for JSI. He loved living here on Sanctuary. It was a special place, where people weren’t judged for the types of relationships they wanted.
But being amongst like-minded people who lived the lifestyle he wanted highlighted exactly what his life lacked.
Someone to share it with. A Little girl to pamper and adore. To cherish and discipline. To protect and love.
“Chief—”
“Non-negotiable, Macca. Take the time.”
Crap. When Kent spoke like that, he meant business. Awesome. What the hell was he going to do for a whole week? Sit and twiddle his thumbs? Work out and watch freaking television?
Round up some Littles and get into mischief?
Huh. That held some possibilities.
Twenty minutes later the debrief was over. He grabbed his duffel bag and left the room, stepping outside.