Page 85 of Tangled Like Us
“This isn’t a wedge,” Maximoff cuts in quickly, wiping off his jaw. “I just need to clear some things up with Thatcher.”
I have no fucking idea what he’s going to ask.
Farrow frowns, also confused, and Maximoff sends his fiancé a look that says,I’ll tell you later.
He nods, accepting.
I back out of the bathroom. “Where do you want me?” I ask him but I check on Jane. Half a reflex, half a—who am I fucking kidding; it’s mostly a desire. She’s whispering with Farrow.
“My room.”
* * *
We standin the middle of his hot attic bedroom. Warm lights wrapped around the ceiling rafters, and as he clenches his jaw, his cheekbones like knives.
I’m prepared for hell from Maximoff.
If he still wants to punch me because I punched Farrow—I’d open my arms and let him. Hundred times over. He can even throw kicks in.
But something in my gut says that’s not where we’re headed.
“I should’ve done this a long time ago.” Maximoff carries himself like he’s my age or older, even though he’s five years younger. “But out of respect for Farrow, I didn’t get into it with you. Now that you’re about to become asignificantpart of Jane’s life, I need you to tell me something.”
I nod, not breaking eye contact.
“Farrow isn’t going to ask because he’ll tell you he doesn’t care, but I care about him and Jane. And having a clearer picture about who you are makes a difference to me.”
He’s giving me one of the biggest privileges and letting me—trusting meto exist in the center of his world among people he loves.
I have to honor that the best I can. “What do you need to know?” A huge part of me is worried my answers won’t be enough for Maximoff.
“Were you upset that Farrow was assigned to my mom?”
He’s going that far back.I rub my tensed jaw, thinking. “At the time, I thought my brother was a better fit for Lily. Your mom is one of the hardest people to protect.”Because of the crowds, which Maximoff knows. She’s that popular in the media.
Farrow was fresh blood at the time. Brand new to security. I thought Lily needed someone with more experience.
Maximoff gestures to my chest. “So it upset you when Farrow got her detail and not Banks?”
I can’t shake my head. Because he’s not wrong. “If my brother is frustrated that he lost out on something he was preparing for, I’m going to be irritated and frustrated too. I’m on his side—I can’t change that, but we try not to let our feelings affect the team.”
He listens closely.
I push myself to add, “I thought Farrow was a good match for your mom. It didn’t take long to see that.”
Maximoff un-balls his fists to crack his knuckles. “Farrow’s first day in security. You made him run a 19k in the Poconos Mountains in thedamndark. Alone.” Anger flares in his green eyes. “Yet, that same day you gave Donnelly a pancake breakfast. Why single Farrow out?”
This, I should’ve expected. But it’s a blip in my mind.
“I wasn’t singling him out,” I say, honest about this. About everything. “It’ll take me longer than a second to explain.”
“You’re in luck. I have a millennium.”
I’ve never had to draw this picture of the team for anyone. But I’m about to try. “When we’re training new hires, we’re trying to build them into a bodyguard. It’s not about reading a textbook and doing a few jumping jacks. It’s more than that.”
Maximoff seems open to what I’m saying.
I pause for only a short beat. “The situations you and your family are in are soabnormal, and in training, we’re preparing fresh blood for this new norm. To react quickly and efficiently when confronted by hecklers and amassing crowds. To be alert when mentally fatigued. To follow protocol and orders on instinct. And only the leads are aware that the first day on the job is actually the final day of training. It’s a test.”
