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She looked around for McCrae but didn’t see him either. Damn. Even with Alton, McCrae was an itch she would like to scratch again. His body looked as hard as it ever had, maybe even more so, and she half-dreamed about having him slide in and out of her, their eyes locked, just letting their bodies do the work.
The thought brought on a wave of desire.
Whoa. That shot a thrill right through your hoohaw, didn’t it?
“Have you seen McCrae?” she asked Crystal Gilles.
Crystal was nibbling on a stuffed mushroom cap. Woody was with the guys, but she didn’t seem to mind. Ellie had heard they were married, but maybe it was a common-law thing. That’s kind of how they rolled.
Swallowing a bite, Crystal drawled, “Trying for a replay of the barbeque?”
Ellie’s heart galumphed. “What do you mean?”
“Oh, you know. You and McCrae . . .” She lifted her brows and smiled slyly.
“Did he say something?”
“God, no. The guy’s a cop now. Doesn’t give away anything. We all knew, Ellie.”
“You weren’t even there.”
“Woody saw you. He told me about it. You thought you were the only ones out in the woods?”
Ellie was stricken. It was an odd day when she had nothing to say, but she was embarrassed and flabbergasted.
“Oh, forget it. Nobody cares. McCrae’s a hottie. Happy hunting.” She grimaced and put the rest of the mushroom cap on a plate with half-eaten food that had been abandoned.
Ellie wanted to scream, It wasn’t like that, but she knew better than to make a bigger deal out of it than it was. Still . . . Woody had seen them?
She eyed the guy group with trepidation, wondering if she was a source of their “guffaws.” But like Crystal had said, it was old news. Ten-year-old news, to be exact.
“Somebody said you’re the weather girl on one of the local stations. What’s that like?” Crystal asked.
She could tell by Crystal’s tone that she was wanting to make fun of her, maybe gathering material to take back to Woody and the guys. “About what you’d expect,” she said shortly, and moved away from her.
She gave the guys a wide berth, still keeping an eye out for McCrae. Yes, she loved Alton, but he spent most evenings at home with his wife, and that left her kind of footloose and, well, horny.
She hadn’t picked up any vibe from McCrae that he was interested in a “replay,” as Crystal put it, and when she was talking to him earlier, she hadn’t felt it either. But now she did. Her blood felt hot in her veins, and the more she thought about the two of them ripping off each other’s clothes, falling onto a bed, or a couch, or the floor would even suffice, him kissing her like his life depended on it, sliding into her, thrusting, pushing, her mouth open on a silent scream—
“Ellie?”
She came back to earth with a bang. It was Brad Sumpter. He of the huge muscles and small brain. She cooled off right away. McCrae had a lean, hard sexiness, whereas Sumpter was somehow too big. Probably fake big. Enhanced.
“You wanna go somewhere after?” Brad asked.
“I can’t. Got someone waiting for me.” She gave him a regretful smile.
“Heard Penske say something about Danny O’s. We’re all kinda thinking about going.”
“Like I said, I’m already booked. Tell everybody, next time.” She sketched him a wave and headed for the door. Outside on the steps, she texted Alton. Maybe, just maybe, he could get away. She waited about five minutes. He kept his phone on SILENT so his wife wouldn’t hear his texts, and sometimes it took him a while to ease himself free of her.
But not this time. No text back. He couldn’t get away.
Damn.
She didn’t have McCrae’s cell number. She should have asked for it. He was reachable at the police station, but what good would that do her tonight?
Tanner was still inside the golf club, drinking with his buddies. She thought about sleeping with him, but that would be really taking a chance. What would Delta do if she found out she and Tanner had already done the dirty? Amanda had basically given the game away, but Delta was so convinced Tanner was a hero that she hadn’t really listened. At least Ellie didn’t think she had. In any case, she hadn’t reacted when Amanda had let it be known that she’d had sex with him. And Zora, too, maybe? That was an unwelcome surprise. Tanner was far more of a man-whore than she’d known.
