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Dean laughed. “Are they always like that?”
“Pretty much.”
Mack started moving the dishes from the table while Dean filled the sink with water and started to wash them. She picked up a hand towel and started to dry them, still a bit stunned there was a sexy guy in her kitchen who didn’t disappear the minute he’d finished eating. A keeper, as her mother would say.
It had been a really long time since anyone had flirted with her, and it felt really nice. The fact that Dean seemed like a decent guy added to the pleasure.
“Do you want to go for a ride on my bike?” Dean asked before he could stop himself.
She seemed like a really nice, good-looking woman, who he actually wanted to spend time with, but he needed to find out if there was a diary. Why in hell did he use his mother’s maiden name when he introduced himself? She would have probably been okay with his real name. Mack certainly didn’t seem like an opportunist.
“You mean the Harley?” Mack asked with a huge grin on her face.
He winked. “Is there any other?”
“Give me five to put some jeans on.”
Dean groaned, wishing she didn’t have to cover her amazing legs, with jeans.
As she ran upstairs, she was really excited. Mack had always wanted to go on a Harley, but all the guys she usually attracted had compact cars you couldn’t even breathe in!
Chapter 15
Dean, in the meantime, was really hoping she didn’t look as hot in jeans as she did in shorts; otherwise, he’d have a heck of a job keeping his hands to himself. He looked up when she was on her way back to the kitchen, and froze, his mouth going dry. The jeans, the tightest he had ever seen, look like she had painted them on and they rested very low on her hips. Her top began to ride up as she moved, and he caught glimpses of her flat, bronzed stomach.
“Okay, you ready?” she asked, already on her way out the door.
“Oh, yes,” he whispered.
“What?”
With a slight cough, he tried to clear the restriction in his throat. “Yes, let’s go.” He followed her outside, watching the sway of her delectable bottom as he did.
She was standing to the side of the bike while Dean fastened her helmet, unable to resist standing in close to him. He was wearing some sort of cologne and smelled delicious.
As she climbed onto the bike, she hesitated, having no idea where to put her hands.
“Hold the brackets here and here,” Dean answered her unspoken question.
“Okay, thanks.”
“Or me!” He grinned just before he put his helmet on.
He sat on the front of the bike and took in some deep breaths to try to calm his raging hormones, which shot straight back up again as soon as he felt her hands sliding around his waist, under his T-shirt so it brought her hands into contact with his skin.
Mack grinned to herself as she felt his stomach muscles quiver. Two could play at that game.
She felt all hot and bothered, and didn’t know why she had to suffer on her own. She moved forward, her legs closing in along his thighs. He clenched his jaw together to stop the groan from escaping.
As he started the bike up, Dean just prayed he would get them to the lighthouse in one piece.
“Thomas, what do you think Auntie Mack and Dean are doing?”
He looked at Lucas, who was sitting in the lounge with cookies and milk, reading another Our Gang comic. “Um, talking. They are neighbors, you know,” he replied.
“He seems okay. I t
hink he likes Auntie Mack. Do you think he’ll marry her and go live with her?”
