The Boss's Love (40 page)

             
"Green Beret, Sir," Russ answered.

             
"Green Beret, Sir," Jarrett answered. 

             
"Are you related?" Derrick noticed a resemblance. 

             
"Cousins," they both replied in unison. 

             
Both stood over six feet tall, dark brown hair, sharp hazel eyes, both attractive with chiseled facial features and nothing but muscle on top of muscle. Though Russ wore his a bit bulkier than Jarrett. Russ's left forearms donned tattoos but Jarrett remained ink free. Both men dressed in khaki pants with snug polo shirts tucked in and
Nikes
. Courtney had no fucking right hiring them. 

             
Exasperated and downright furious with his hypocrite wife, Derrick sighed heavily. He turned to Courtney, his eyes blazing mad.

             
Then Trent entered the kitchen, interrupting the awkward silence. 

             
"Great. This day keeps getting fucking better," Derrick snapped, turned and stormed from the kitchen. 

             
Carl chased after him. 

Courtney
             

             
An uncomfortable silence engulfed the room. Sighing with the knowledge she was in deep shit with her husband, Courtney silently asked for strength. Yes, she'd laughed with Ryan, but she should have Derrick's reaction coming.

             
She turned to the two nannies. "I'll show you to your room where you can stay during the week. You can decide if you'd rather stay here or go home at the end of the day." 

             
"Mrs. Murphy," Russ said. “I don't think your husband is pleased with having us as your daughter's caregiver." 

             
"You think?" Jack mumbled loud enough for the entire room to hear.

             
Courtney wheeled around and shot him a look that said do
not
piss with her. Jack bowed his head in a silent apology. 

             
"I'll handle Mr. Murphy." She turned to Mary. "Mary, can you please keep an eye on Caitlin while I show Russ and Jarrett to their room?"

             
"Of course, Mrs. Murphy," Mary replied, setting down her dishrag.  

             
"I'll keep an eye on her as well," Trent happily offered. 

             
"No, Trent. I have something for you to do," Jack snapped. They watched Jack roughly grasp Trent by the back of the neck and haul him away.

             
Courtney showed Russ and Jarrett the area they'd share, which was the game room renovated into a separate living area. After the tour she left them alone and went upstairs to find Derrick.  

             
"He left, Courtney," Jack said when she walked through the living room. 

             
Her shoulders sagged. "He's pissed."

             
"To say the least," Jack said. 

             
"I have to go to him."  

             
Jack shook his head. "I think you should let him be. Carl's with him." 

             
"Why aren't you?" she asked. 

             
"He wanted me to stay here with you." Jack raised a censorious brow.  

             
"You know what, I've had enough. This is ridiculous. Tell Derrick when he decides he wants to talk to me, he can look for me," Courtney snapped.

             
She stormed to the kitchen, snatched Caitlin out of her highchair, and rushed upstairs to pack. In the middle of tossing clothes into luggage, Jack interrupted her. A rarity. Derrick's men were not permitted on the second level of the house.

             
"Court, don't do this. You're going to piss him off even further," he warned. 

             
"You know what, I don't care. We couldn't agree on who to hire so he left me in charge. Well I decided. Not because they're two very good looking young men, but because they'll protect my daughter." Her vision blurred. "I'm scared to death for her. I lost my husband while I was pregnant with her. The people who killed him are still out there. I have no idea if they're going to come after Derrick, Caitlin, or me but I will not take the chance with her life. Those two men down there are the best thing I could do for her." Tears spilled over. She spun back to the bag. "It's just like having Sean and Ryan as her caregivers." 

             
"You should tell Derrick how you feel," Jack said.   

             
"He should already understand how I feel." 

             
She zipped up the diaper bag, scooped up her daughter, and rushed down the steps with Jack on her heels. 

             
"Court, please don't make me stop you," Jack pleaded. 

             
Whipping around, she pegged him. "Don't you dare, Jack." 

             
She yanked open the front door and stormed towards her SUV. After placing Caitlin in her car seat, she tossed the bags into the back, then climbed into the driver's seat. As soon as she started the car and put it in reverse, Derrick's car flew in behind hers, blocking her exit. In the rearview mirror, she watched him leap out of the vehicle. She locked the doors then leaned her head on the steering wheel and sobbed. She was entirely too stressed.

             
A soft knock on her window.  

             
"Open the door, Court," Derrick demanded. 

             
She shook her head. 

             
"Courtney," he warned. 

             
"I don't want to fight," she sobbed, not lifting her head. "I can't fight with you, Derrick. I just can't." 

             
"Open the door, honey," his tone softened. 

             
She refused to budge. 

             
A few silent moments later, the car unlocked and the passenger door opened and closed. Derrick's masculine scent wrapped throughout the interior of the SUV. 

             
"Look at me," he commanded.  

             
Swiping at her tears, she did as instructed.  

             
"Why?" he demanded.  

             
She glanced back at her daughter, her pride and joy, who innocently looked at her father with a big grin. She refocused on her husband. She was sure the fear was evident in her eyes.  

             
"Caitlin," she whispered. 

             
"You're afraid for her," he acknowledged. 

             
She nodded. "The people who killed Darren still haven't been found, or at least that's my understanding because you haven't said otherwise. What if they're after you or me, even worse Caitlin? Those two men in there will protect her with their lives, Derrick. They'll protect her above you and me. I need that. She's my gift from Darren. She's all I have left of him. The two of you are my life. I trust Jack and Carl to watch out for you. I know they will, but Caitlin, she's our...everything, and she needs as many eyes on her as possible," Courtney explained, her tears uncontrollable. “None of those young girls could protect her the way those two men will.” 

Derrick

              Derrick's heart clenched for his wife. He reached up and wiped her endless stream of tears. "If it makes you feel better to know Caitlin is safe, then I'll support it." 

             
Understanding her anxiety, he couldn't deny her. What she didn't realize was that he related more than she could ever know. He felt the same way about both of his girls.  

             
"It has nothing to do with anything else other than her protection, Derrick, I promise you. They know CPR and first aid. They're trained killers who have instincts and reflexes as good as Sean and Ryan," she said.  

             
Derrick leaned over and kissed her. "All right," he said then straightened upright. "But, for this," he motioned back and forth between them and then the SUV, "you're in a world of trouble. Let's get Caitlin back into the house so I can reprimand you for running from me."

             
"I'm sorry, Derrick," Courtney said, giving her biggest doe-eyed look.  

             
"Accepted, but not in the clear." He smirked. Oh, he knew his wife's trick too well for it to work on him.

             
He opened the car door and stepped out, but not before he overhead Court curse under her breath. He grabbed his daughter and kissed her on both cheeks. When they entered the house together, Derrick escorted Court upstairs and spent hours alone, talking through their differences. Well, it was more like Derrick lectured his wife. She may have pulled those stunts with Darren but he was certainly not his brother.  

             
At the end of their long conversation, Courtney crawled onto his lap. He'd relaxed against the headboard of their bed, his long, lean legs outstretched. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close. She slowly leaned in and kissed him seductively. Taken aback at first, he didn't know how to respond. But then he quickly recovered, rolled, and pinned her underneath him. He dove passionately into her mouth. His hand skimmed over her body, down her thigh and hiked her leg over his hip.  Rocking his hips against her core, Courtney moaned into his mouth and grasped his solid biceps. Slowly his hand slid over her breast, caressing and kneading her. A perfect fit in his large hand. His lips left hers, nipping and suckling down her jaw to her neck. Grasping his shirt, she tugged it off his body. Her feather-light touch traveled his solid back then scored him with her short fingernails. His hand slid under her tee shirt, caressing her silky, porcelain skin. He devoured her mouth again. They moved in unison, gyrating their hips in a slow, erotic rhythm. Derrick's desire was evident against her body. He unbuttoned her dark blue jeans and slid his hand between her black, lace panties and her bare mound. 

             
Courtney panicked. She suddenly pushed way, struggling to get out from under him and scrambled to the edge of the bed. "I can't," she croaked. Shamefully she hid her hands in her face and sobbed. "I'm so sorry."

             
"Don't be, Court," Derrick sat up behind her and wrapped his arms around her shaking body. "When you're ready, we'll move forward," he assured her. "I can wait." 

             
"I'm so, so, so very sorry," she cried. "I thought I was ready. I don't know when I'll be, Derrick. I'm afraid I might not ever be able to be your wife in every way."

             
Nothing could be said to ease her. That intimate moment was the farthest they'd gone. He'd take it if that was all she could give. He was convinced eventually she'd come around. His Courtney was worth the wait. 

Trent

Trent broke down and made the phone call he'd originally decided against.
He'd briefly hesitated before he hit send on his cell to dial the number.

In the end, he decided the money he'd been promised would be the answer to climbing the ladder in the Murphy organization. Money would help launch him into a positio
n close to Jack and Carl. That was where he desperately wanted to be. He deserved it. Craved it. 

             
"I have her alone at the mall with the baby," Trent murmured into his phone.  

             
"How long will she be there?" Mr. X asked. 

             
"About another half an hour." 

             
"Where are you parked?" 

             
"At the back entrance," he answered. 

             
"Where are the baby's nannies?" 

             
"They have the day off, something about weekend training or something," he answered.

             
"And Murphy?" 

             
"Harrisburg," he said. "I have to go, she's coming." He ended the call.    

Courtney

             
On a mission to get Derrick a birthday gift, Courtney left early that morning with Trent. A few weeks ago, it'd been severely stressed by Derrick, Jack, and Carl she was always to have more than one man with her at all times when out. A list of names had been handed to her and Derrick emphatically pointed to it and barked, "Use it."

             
Unfortunately when she called the list no one answered. She was left with no choice but to leave with only Trent.