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“We’re enjoying the fire,” Blair said.
“I wasn’t speaking to you,” Mac replied. The heat curling in his gut was something fierce, and he was pretty damn sure she knew it. His eyes dropped to the base of her neck and—bingo—her pulse was beating erratically.
Good to know.
“Boston?” Mac said carefully.
Her tongue darted out to moisten her lips, and damn if he didn’t feel his dick harden. Christ, there wasn’t a lot of room in his shorts for that kind of shit, and it took a lot of mental strength to put that sucker down.
“Draper, can’t it wait?” Hubber said.
Mac took one more step closer. “No,” he said carefully. “It can’t.”
Blair opened his mouth to respond, and Mac’s fists were at the ready. His temper began to boil, and if Hubber knew what was good for him, he’d just back the hell off. But before Blair could get a word out, Lily spoke.
“You’ve got five minutes.”
She extracted herself from Blair’s hands and moved away from the fire, shadows dancing across her skin, hair wild as the wind picked up.
Mac stared at her hungrily, his mind going places that he should stay away from, because his goddamn shorts were tightening up so badly, he was pretty sure Mrs. Lancaster, the pastor’s wife, could see wood from the other side of the damn fire.
“Are you coming?” she said sharply as she headed into the dark.
Mac turned on his heel.
Boston didn’t have to ask twice.
Chapter 6
Maybe Lily St. Clare was going crazy. There was no other explanation for it. She’d been drooling over Mackenzie Draper all day.
All freaking day.
Like a thirteen-year-old with a first crush, she’d studied him covertly for hours. Every. Single. Inch.
Things that she’d not noticed the night they’d spent together were suddenly in focus. Mackenzie didn’t sport a six pack. Hell no. His abs were rock hard and more in the eight-pack range. He obviously hit the gym hard, and his butt…
Good Lord, the man’s butt was made to be admired and touched and…
She wasn’t even going to dwell on how good he looked shirtless, with all those tanned muscles and that indent just above his shorts.
God, she’d licked that indent.
More than once.
She didn’t want to think about the tattoo on his bicep or the thin line of hair below his navel that made her eyes wander lower than they should. Or how his easy smile made every woman feel special when he looked her way. Heck, even Mrs. Lancaster, the pastor’s wife, had giggled like a little girl when Mac whispered something in her ear. He’d given the woman a quick hug, and she’d blushed so deeply, Lily had noticed it from several feet away.
The woman was pushing seventy for Christ’s sake.
Lily didn’t want to think about any of those things, except she couldn’t stop thinking about them.
Mackenzie Draper was trouble with a capital T. He could break a girl’s heart—maybe even when that girl’s heart was frozen. In fact, he could smash what little bits of it were still left intact.
So why the hell was she heading off into the shadows with him? What good could come out of this?
Lily’s feet dug into the sand as she headed down the beach, out of range of the fire and most of the people on shore. Overhead, stars were just starting to twinkle, and out over the lake, the sun had set, shooting vibrant beams of red and gold over the horizon.
It was beautiful. Peaceful.
