Bombshell - Men of Sanctuary Series, Book Three by Danica St. Como Read Free Book Online

town—again—Mac delivered guests to us for safekeeping. Keko Holokai, John Larsson’s daughter. Kamaka, Keko’s second-in-command. Folks, this overgrown beach-bum is Lucian Duquesne.”
    Chills ran down Keko’s spine. And not the good kind.
    “B-b-but how did you know about my f-f-father? N-n-no one is s-s-supposed to know.” Who the hell are these people?
    Lorelei’s smile could have peeled the grumpy off the worst curmudgeon. Keko trusted her instantly, and the feeling of intense panic subsided a bit.
    “Don’t worry. You’re safe here. We’re family. The first thing you need to learn, the most important thing, is that there are no secrets at Sanctuary. Mac mentioned your name, Lucian commenced digging.” She pointed toward the right on the second floor gallery. “I call it the Death Star control center—nothing escapes without first being investigated to death.”
    She covered Lucian’s hands with her own, sighed when he kissed her ear.
    “Lucian is our own mad intelligence specialist, aren’t you, baby?”
    “The mad part is accurate enough.” The new voice sounded as deep as a cavern.
    Keko stepped back involuntarily. Whoa, big dude in the house! MacBride and Lucian were tall and superbly fit, Kamaka was large-sized all over—but this guy radiated total awesomeness. In a snug blue Moosehead Ale T-shirt tucked into faded jeans, she reckoned he had to be every inch of six-foot-four. His jeans were extra faded over his heavy thighs—and over the noticeable bulge at his crotch. He fit the image of Magnum, P.I., right down to the sharp blue eyes outlined in stunning black lashes, black wavy hair, and full, black mustache. His muscles had muscles. The guy exuded an aura of total testosterone.
    “Keko Holokai, Kamaka, meet Adam Stone. And yes, although I am loathe to admit it, his Marine bark is as bad as his bite.”
    Lorelei freed a hand and placed it on Adam’s broad chest, an oddly sensual gesture. He didn’t kiss her, but his body language made the situation abundantly clear.
    She’s mine .
    “Hey, baby. Mac brought guests to stay with us. No rooms at the inn.”
    “FBI?” His tone sounded as rich and smooth as the twelve-cylinder Jaguar XKE
    that Keko had inherited from her dad.
    “Of course. We were just discussing room assignments.”
    Kamaka spoke up. “Like I said, I’m good with a cabin, Miss Lorelei.”
    Keko tried to read Adam Stone’s expression as he sized up her Hawaiian. She couldn’t. “Look, honestly, we’re low maintenance. No need to fuss. I can bunk with Kamaka. We live together. Wait, that didn’t come out right. He shares my father’s house with me.” She felt heat in her cheeks. “My house. He stays at my place, y’know, like housemates.” Oh man, this is not going so well .
    “No way, Keek. You’ll bunk in the room next to mine.” Lorelei turned in Lucian’s arms, pointed up to the gallery level. “Left to right. Adam’s room, guest room, your room, my room, Mac’s room when he stays over, Death Star com center, Lucian’s room.
    Each has its own bathroom, so you have complete privacy. All the comforts of home.”
    “That’s very generous, thanks. So, hmm , Sheriff MacBride stays at the lodge?” I hope that wasn’t too flippin’ obvious .
    “Yep. He’s good company, plus, he trains here.” Lorelei looked around.
    “Speaking of Mac, where is he?”
    “He’s in the exercise room. He delivered your message, stripped down, started pounding the heavy bag before I left him,” Lucian said.
    Keko felt uncomfortable. “Does MacBride know about my dad?”
    Lucian shook his head, his silky blond mane swinging. “Just Lorelei and Adam.
    Our friend Glennon Garrett knows, but he dug it up independently, then we compared notes. He won’t say anything.”
    “There you go, Keek, everything is under control.” Lorelei slid gracefully from her lover’s arms. “Lucian, we need lemonade and maybe some sort of snack before dinner. Any of your wonderful