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Cecilia leaned back, studied McKenzie’s face, then went back to stroking a brush across her cheeks. “Even if you hadn’t already told me that you kissed Lance on the night of the Christmas show, I’d know you had.”
“How would you know that?”
“I can tell. The same as I can tell that, despite our conversation the other day, what you still haven’t done is have sex with him.”
Could Cecilia see inside her head or did her friend just know her that well?
“And how is it you know that?”
Cecilia’s penciled on brow arches. “Am I wrong?”
“No,” she admitted. “I’ve not had sex with him.”
Not that he’d made any real plays to get into her bed. He hadn’t. Which surprised her.
“The tension between you two is unreal.”
“Tension? We weren’t fighting today.”
“Sexual tension, McKenzie. It’s so thick between you two that you could cut it with a knife.”
There was that. Which made his lack of pushing beyond their nightly kisses even more difficult to understand.
“I see you’re not denying it.”
“Would there be any point?”
“None.” Cecilia leaned back again and smiled at what she saw. She held a hand mirror up for McKenzie to see what she’d done. “Perfect.”
McKenzie stared at her reflection. Cecilia had done wonders with her face. McKenzie rarely wore more than just mascara and a shiny lip gloss that she liked the scent of. Cecilia had plucked, brushed, drawn and done her face up to the point where McKenzie barely recognized the glamorous woman staring back at her. “Wow.”
“How much do you want to bet that when Lance sees you he’ll want to forget the party and just stay here and party with you?”
“Not gonna happen.” Not on her part and, based on the past week, not on his part either. But anticipation filled her at the thought of Lance seeing her at her best. “Help me into my dress?”
“Definitely. I want to see what underwear you’re wearing.”
McKenzie’s face caught on fire. Busted. “What?”
“You heard me,” Cecilia brooked no argument. “I’ll know your intentions by your underwear.”
McKenzie sighed and slipped off her robe.
Grinning, Cecilia rubbed her hands together. “Now that’s what I’m talking about.”
“This doesn’t mean a thing, you know.”
“Of course it doesn’t. That’s why you aren’t wearing granny panties.”
McKenzie stuck her tongue out at her friend. “I never wear granny panties.”
“Yeah, well, you don’t usually wear sexy thongs either, but you are tonight.”
“Works better with the material of my dress. No unsightly panty lines that way.”
Cecilia had the audacity to laugh. “Keep telling yourself that.”
“Fine. I will. Think what you like.”
