Page 28 of Alec’s Dream

“As amusing as listening to the two of you is, I’m hanging up now,” Holden said in Alec’s ear. “Text me her address. I’ll leave now.”

Holden disconnected, and before Alec pocketed his phone, he sent Macy’s address.

“It’s totally not cool you invited yourself over,” Macy whispered.

“I know you know this already but you don’t need to whisper. Jocelyn can sleep though a parade and not flinch.”

Alec’s gaze flicked from his sleeping daughter to Macy’s face, then back to Joss, and more warmth invaded his cold heart.

What was it about Macy holding his kid that set him on fire?

Alec didn’t have a type, he appreciated all women. Short, tall, thin, curvy, it didn’t matter to him as long as the woman had confidence. So maybe he did have a preference—self-possessed, secure in her body, and in search of a good time. That was something Alec could provide. He was a good-time guy, at least for a few hours.

Though never in his life had he looked at a woman holding a child and thought it was the sexiest sight he’d ever seen. Never had he thought nurturing and sweet was a turn-on. But right then, he was turned the fuck on.

It was ridiculous. He knew it. Alec had no business thinking any sort of thoughts about Macy, yet he couldn’t stop himself.

The last week had been torture; he dreamt about her, he worried about her, and he was more than a little pissed she’d been dodging him.

“Why’d you ghost me this week?”

“Huh?”

“Don’t play dumb.”

Macy stepped back, cocked her head to the side, and her eyes squinted. He knew if her arms weren’t full of a sleeping baby she’d likely cross her arms over her chest.

“I am not dumb.”

Alec couldn’t help it, he smiled. He liked the vehemence in her tone. It was much better than Macy telling him she thought she was stupid and pitiful.

“No, babe, you’re not. That’s why I told you not to play at it. You understood full and well what I was asking.”

“I wasn’t ghosting you,” she denied.

Alec took her in and wanted to call her out on her lie. But instead decided to let her have her play.

“How was Doug when he picked up the kids?”

Macy jolted, the change in topic keeping her off-balance just as he’d intended.

“That’s…”

“That’s what? None of my business? Thought I made myself pretty clear last weekend I was making it my business. Jonny checked in yesterday to tell me he hadn’t heard from you all week, from that I’m assuming your ex-dickhead kept his distance. How did today go?”

“Jonny checked in?”

“Yep.”

“Why?”

“How ‘bout we get back to Doug and I’ll tell you about Jonny in a minute.”

The change in Macy was swift—she went from unsure to assessing then straight to pissed. What made the whole scenario even better was Macy was still swaying Jocelyn. The little girl’s booty resting on Macy’s forearm, Joss’s face pressed in Macy’s neck, and Macy’s hand on Joss’s back keeping her secure.

It was like a switch had flipped. Alec had already determined he was wading in, he was going to fix the situation with Captain Fucknuts, but right then he figured out why he was getting involved.

It wasn’t just to help a single mother. And it wasn’t just because Macy was sweet and liked his daughter. Those reasons were only part of it. The rest was because he simply wanted her.