“We’ll be back later then,” said Brother Ross.
“I’ll get the kettle on, boys. Might even offer a nice bit of cake.”
“Sorry, gents,” she added.
One by one the sullen-faced men turned and walked to the door.
“I’ll see you to your car and get a bit of air,” said Max.
She watched him walk them to the Range Rover. She fired off a video on her cell. If they came back in ten minutes and murdered her, some useful evidence would be in the cloud. Max stood waving goodbye with an evil smug grin on his face, as the thugs pulled away. He put his hands in his pocket and strolled back to the house. He was so sexy in a wax jacket and blue jeans.
He took her in his arms.
“You’re some sort of superwoman. You saved those poor bastards from some serious pain.”
“Max, even you can’t take on four men. I
