“Something happened to him out there. Something big.”

“I’m afraid you might be right.”

“Adam has gone to find him.”

“Oh, good,” he said with a sigh of relief. “That’s good. I thought about going to look for him, but I figured he wouldn’t want to be found by me. I can tell I’ve been irritating them since…” As his eyes filled, he took a deep breath and blew it out. “Since it happened. I’m trying not to think about it. I’m trying to remember to count my blessings. Trying to remember everyone is safe. Other than that…”

“I think about poor Steve and his family and how easily it could’ve been ours.”

He nodded in agreement. “You don’t think I should go looking for Grant, do you?”

“Adam said he’d call when he found him.”

Big Mac nodded. “Hard for me not to go after them the way I would’ve back in the day. Gotta remind myself they’re not little kids anymore.”

“I know, love.” Not being able to go after them had been the worst part of an awful day for him. Old habits were hard to break. “You know what would make you feel better?”

“What’s that?”

“We need to go to bed early and watch a movie. I’ll even let you pick. Some James Bond will get your mind off it.”

“I don’t need a movie.”

Linda eyed him. “What, then?”

“I need you.” He stood and tugged on her hand to urge her to her feet. “You can get my mind off it a lot better than James Bond can.”

Ridiculously complimented by his words as well as the raw hunger she saw on his face, she let him tug her up. She was no sooner on her feet than he was kissing her, his arms wrapped tight around her. His kisses had always had the power to take her breath away, and tonight was no different.

Reason finally had her pulling back from him. “Mac, wait. We need to go upstairs. Adam is home. He could come back any time. We’d scar him for life.”

“Hurry,” he said, swatting her on the rear as he directed her toward the stairs.

Laughing, Linda scurried out of his reach on the way upstairs.

“Do you still have that doohickey you got at Tiffany’s store?”

“Um, yeah. You don’t exactly use and return such things.”

“We’re going to need that.”

Her heart raced and the breath got caught in her throat as he bypassed the buttons on her blouse and pulled it over her head.

His eyes widened when he got a look at the sheer bra she wore that left nothing to the imagination. “Where’d you get that?”

“Also at Tiffany’s store,” Linda said with a saucy smile. “I thought you might like it.”