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Macy turned to her husband. “You told her no, right?”
He picked up his bottled, and guzzled the remaining contents. “I’m gonna get another.”
Macy grabbed his arm. “Oh no you don’t, mister.”
I laughed and shot a quick side glance at Mal. “Nothing major, geez. Just maybe one of those Brazilian butt lifts.”
“I like your ass as it is, and any work you get on it means time I can’t grab it.”
Reaching up, I cupped his cheek with one hand, and pulled him toward me. “You say the sweetest things,” I said before giving him a quick kiss.
Macy pretended to gag and Mitch took the opportunity to make an escape, “You want another?” he asked, pointing at me and Mal. We nodded.
Macy turned her attention to me after he’d walked off. “So, what’s the deal, Lee?”
I reached for Mal’s hand, shifting my gaze between the two of them. “I asked him about tattoo removal.” I smiled at Mal. “Happy? My ass won’t be out of commission.”
He laughed and nodded. “Very.” He gave my hand a light squeeze, then leaned down and placed a kiss on the top of my shoulder. “I love you,” he whispered.
Reaching up, I stroked the side of his face. “Love you more.”
“Doubt it.”
“Ugh. Where’s my man?”
Right on cue, Mitch appeared through the crowd with three drinks in his hand. Once he’d distributed them, Macy threw her arms around his neck in dramatic fashion.
“Save me, babe. These two are drowning me in a sea of mushiness.”
“Aww, is my poor wife feeling left out?”
She pouted with a nod. Mitch put his hands on either side of her face and gave her a long kiss. This time it was Mal who pretended to gag. She got up and sat in Mitch’s lap. He placed his hand on her belly and whispe
red something in her ear. The smile that broke out on her face gave me a clue as to the nature of their secret.
More people piled into the place, and we had to damn near yell to talk to each other over the volume of the music. A song I liked came on. Easing off my chair, I moved to stand in front of Mal to dance. His hands were on my waist, pulling me back between his legs. They moved over my hips, down to the hem of my dress, and then slowly made their way beneath it. Turning, I mouthed at him to stop before swatting his hand away. He’d been dying to know which panties I wore tonight.
“I have to pee,” Macy announced. She grabbed my arm, pulling me along with her. She groaned at the sight of the long line. “Why can’t we use the men’s? If you’ve seen one dick, you’ve seen them all, so what’s the big deal?”
I said nothing as I tugged her away from the men’s and took our place at the end of the line. We started dancing to the next song that came on. As we inched forward, a small wave of women walked out of the bathroom. Two of them were the ones who had made the comment about me being with Mal. The one I’d made eye contact with when we’d arrived stopped and looked me up and down with her lips stuck out in a twisted pout. I had no idea what her problem was, but I gave her the same stare down. She wasn’t bad looking—thick and curvy, wearing a pair of jeans that could have been painted on. If the bright red color of her shirt didn’t catch your eye, the deep V certainly would.
“What the hell you lookin’ at?” Macy asked.
Some of the other women in line turned to look. The woman’s friend pulled her away before she could respond.
“What the hell was that? You know her?”
I looked back and shook my head. “Maybe she likes my dress.”
Whatever her problem was, it wasn’t mine, and I wouldn’t dwell on it.
Macy linked her arm with mine as we headed back to the table. “So, I thought it’d be weird, but it’s not as bad as I thought.”
“What?”
“You and Mal. Seeing the two of you together, it’s good. You’re good. You’re happy. I can tell.”
I smiled and squeezed her arm. “I’m trying to…” My words died off when we made it through the crowd, and I saw that same woman standing near our table.
