panicking calmed instantly as Maggie’s gentle touch and smooth voice washed over her. Just like Ryan’s touch had done earlier.
“I only came to ask a few questions about Cameron Mackenzie.”
Maggie chuckled again. “Oh, that’s a great story. It has cheetahs and everything. You have to stay so you can hear it all.”
“I knew it! He wasn’t lying!”
Excitement chased away her previous fears, until they stepped through a pair of wooden double doors and the loud chorus of deep male voices stopped as though they were on a switch. Flick, then silence.
Eight sets of golden brown eyes stared at her, all of them belonging to beautiful men.
Lacey’s knees went weak, and Maggie squeezed her tight as she sagged, leaning in to whisper. “Toughen up, love, and you’ll soon be running rings around all of them.”
Maggie lifted her head and continued to drag Lacey toward the large dining room table.
“Everyone, this is Lacey. Lacey, my other seven sons and my husband, Brad Monaghan.”
Nine sons? Bloody hell, as an only child this was so far out of her realm of normal, she couldn’t begin to process it. The older man, the father, stood at the other end of the table before he walked around to them, his brown eyes twinkling with mischief much like Dylan’s had earlier.
“You look like Dylan,” she blurted out, and there was a moment of silence before everyone in the room burst into laughter.
“I sure hope so, Lacey. He is my boy.” Brad’s chuckle was deep and strong, exactly what Lacey had always assumed an alpha male would sound like.
“C’mon, boys, sit down.” Maggie fluttered her hands at her sons, and all nine of them fell into line, or more accurately, into their chairs.
“It’s lovely to meet you, Lacey, and welcome to our home.” Brad Monaghan nodded at her and headed back to his own seat.
“Sit here, Lacey.” Maggie once again tugged her into a chair and indicated to the delicious fair before them. “Don’t be shy now, dig in.”
The men didn’t need to be told twice, all ten of them grabbing at the bowls of pasta and rice salads, forking pieces of cooked meat and sharing around bread and drinks while sliding curious sideways glances at her.
“Here you go.” Ryan exchanged his extremely full plate with her empty one and began filling it. “You’ll miss out if you don’t hurry.”
“Thanks.” Lacey picked up her fork and ignored the interested looks from all of Dylan and Ryan’s brothers. She’d never be able to eat all Ryan had served her, but she’d try. She scanned around the table. They were all well built, tall and handsome. They were a lethal combination for any woman with red blood pulsing in her veins.
Chapter Five
Lacey began eating the wholesome, delicious food, answering the few questions Maggie sent her way. The conversation stayed light, for which Lacey was grateful. At least, until she’d eaten all she could and was about to rest her cutlery down on her plate. It was then, that one of the brothers, a rather cheeky one, looked her way.
“So Mum says you’re a journalist…”
She nodded, heat flaming in her cheeks as every person at the table turned their full attention her way.
“And you’re looking into what happened with that kid Dylan and Ryan saved?”
She nodded again, her belly quivering with nerves yet again.
“So it’s true? That the twins rescued him.”
The smug brother gave her a sexy smirk. “Hell yeah, of course it’s true. It sure as fuck wasn’t the lions. There’s no one else around here that can move the way we do.”
“Max! Language at the table! Don’t think I won’t wash your mouth out with soap just because you’re grown.”
“Sorry, Mum.”
As entertaining as it was to watch a fully grown man cower at his mother’s threat of a forced soap mouth wash, Lacey was stuck on how the men saved the boy while appearing to him as animals. And who mentioned anything about bloody lions? Cameron had said