Page 56 of Rescuing Mary

“Right. I know where you live and work. There’s nowhere you can hide from me.”

“I don’t want to,” she admitted somewhat shyly.

“Right. So let’s go and deal with our friends then we can figure out when we’re going to see each other again.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

Truck helped Mary stand up…and couldn’t take his eyes from her ass when she was finally upright.

“Are you looking at my ass?” she questioned, putting her hands on her hips.

“Yup,” Truck admitted unapologetically.

“Whatever,” Mary said, rolling her eyes. “The bathroom is down the hall to the right,” she informed him.

Still grinning, Truck leaned down, kissed her on the forehead, then headed down the hall.

When he came out a few minutes later, Mary was waiting for him.

“What are their names?” Truck asked.

“Who?”

“The guys’ women.”

“Oh…um…I’m not sure—”

“Mary, after last night, it’s more than obvious to me that the women you were with are all connected to my teammates. My head isn’t going to explode if you tell me.”

“How does it feel this morning?” Mary asked.

“It’s throbbing. Now tell me.”

“Stubborn,” Mary grumbled under her breath. “Fine. Rayne, Harley, Casey, and Wendy.”

“Who’s with who?”

Mary looked at him for a beat, then said, “I guess their names didn’t jog your memory, huh?”

“Mare, if yours didn’t, and you said we were together—even if the togetherness was complicated—there’s no way the names of women who belong to my friends would make me suddenly remember the last three years.”

“Whatever,” she huffed. Then added, “And they don’t ‘belong’ to your friends.”

Truck grinned. “You know what I mean.”

“Whatever. I hate when guys say that.”

“I apologize. Now, who’s with who?”

“Why do I have the feeling that you’re just apologizing to appease me and the second my back is turned, you’ll be telling people I belong to you?”

“Because you’re smart? Now stop stalling.”

Huffing out a cute breath, Mary rolled her eyes then told him what he wanted to know. “Rayne’s with Ghost. Harley’s with Coach. Casey and Beatle are together, and Blade is Wendy’s boyfriend.”

“And Hollywood? I know Fletch is married…even if it’s hard to believe.” Truck pushed.

Mary held up her hands. “No, they’ll kill me if I tell.”