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“Youmight have been fine with it, but not me. And I didn’t build it, it’s a modular.”
“I don’t care what it is. It’s fucking beautiful. You shouldn’t have done all this, brother.”
“Yeah, I should have. Ever since you came to visit…and never left,” I chided with a grin, dragging a chuckle out of Mack. “And refused to take one of the guest rooms, I’ve wanted to get you out of that damn barn and into a place of your own.”
“I don’t know what to say…thank you, man.” His voice was thick with emotion.
“You don’t have to say anything, brother,” I assured as we stepped out the front door and onto the long, wooden porch. “I’m just thankful you’re still alive, and finally out of rehab.”
“Aw, fuck. Me, too,” he groaned. “I don’t ever wanna go back to that place again.”
“Hopefully, you’ll never have to.” I exhaled a deep breath and shook my head. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t here when shit went down.”
“I’m sorry I failed you.”
“You didn’t. You never have, and you never will.”
Mack grimly nodded. “Hey, did you two get things straightened out at your bank?”
“Yeah.” I nodded, remembering how nervous Emma had been yesterday as she handed the stack of fraudulent cashier’s checks to a suit-clad federal agent from Dallas...who’d arranged to meet us atmybank this time.
After telling her father what she’d done with her inheritance, Rupert made some calls. A few days later, an FBI agent contacted her about the checks—still made out in my sister’s name. Claiming his daughter had been under the same duress as Congressman Swanson, Rupert convinced the Feds not to press any charges against Emma, and to help her deposit the monies into an account under her own name.
“It’s frightening how people with a ton of money magically make things happen.”
“Lucky for both of you, her daddy’s got a shit-ton.” Mack chuckled.
“Amen, brother.” I nodded.
The sound of crunching gravel had us both snapping our heads toward the driveway. As a shiny, silver Porsche 911 headed toward us. Thinking Dalton had splurged on a new sports car, I softly chuckled. But when I saw a woman with long black hair behind the wheel, I shook my head.
“Looks like somebody’s lost.” I glanced back at Mack, and did a doubletake.
His eyes were shining, his face glowing, and a crooked grin kicked up a corner of his mouth. Like a kid with a new puppy, his excitement and happiness were palpable.
“No, she’s not,” he said, stepping off the front porch and striding toward the sports car.
Gaping at him in shock, my curiosity spiked like a fever, and I followed him. “She who?”
“My angel,” Mack replied like a love-sick schoolboy.
“Yourwhat?”
“Oh, I ahh, I-I mean,” he stammered, as if realizing he’d said his thoughts out loud. “That’s Harper Wells.DoctorHarper Wells. She’s…she’s the surgeon who got me all fixed up.”
“Looks like she’s got youall fixed upin other ways as well.” I chuckled.
“I sure fucking hope so,” he murmured, eating up the distance between them as the doctor stepped from her car.
As her black hair whipped in the wind, the tall, pretty, willowy woman with bright green eyes flashed Mack a blinding smile.
“A little bird told me you were getting out of rehab today,” she said coyly. “So, I thought I’d stop by to make sure you weren’t over-doing it, or getting into any more trouble.”
“I haven’t been home long enough to over-do it or get into trouble,” he assured before flashing a cocky smile. “But the day’s still young.”
You sly bastard. You’ve been holding out on me.
As Mack introduced us, I made a mental note to interrogate his balls off once the doctor left.
