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Maybe I do have a bit of luck left.
Mack follows my gaze and grits out, “Did one of those guys make you feel uncomfortable?” He starts to step around me. I grab onto his T-shirt to keep him in place.
“Nope. I’m good.”
His eyes heat as he looks down at my tiny fists wrapped in his shirt, resting against his sternum. I don’t let him go. I’m too terrified he’ll approach Wes and Levi if I do. It’s the last thing I need.
Head cocked, he stares down at me, silently demanding an explanation.
“Okay, maybe not,” I concede. “But not for the reason you think.”
“Start talking, Kate,” he growls.
“I used to date one of them, and I don’t feel like facing him again anytime soon.”
A flash of frustration sparks, and he demands, “Which one?”
“What? Why does it matter?”
“Answer me.”
I glance at Wes and Levi again, my heart squeezing. “The taller one. With olive skin. Wes.”
Assessing my ex, Mack nods, his muscles relaxing. “I assume he broke it off?”
“Kind of a rude assumption, but yes.”
His mouth quirks up as he looks down at me again. “Only made the assumption ‘cause you look like you’ve seen a ghost. He cheat on you or something?”
I shake my head. “No. He broke it off when I told him about my…”––man, I hate this part––“condition.”
His expression darkens, and his muscles turn to granite beneath my fist. “Then he’s an asshole.”
“Or honest,” I offer.
Grinding his molars, Mack stares down at me as if at war with himself. Finally, he grits out, “Do you trust me, Kate?”
“Not really. Why?”
“I think it’s time he sees what he’s missing.”
“No, Mack,” I press my palm against his chest. “I don’t want to cause a scene or––”
“Trust me.” With his hands on my waist, Mack spins me around and pins me to the mirrored wall behind us. The air whooshes from my lungs as my back hits the cool surface, and he digs his fingers into me.
Yeah, he and I need to have a chat about what it means to be a friend because this position? His hands on me? The way he’s looking at me? It’s not exactly something I experience with Blake, Mia, or Ash.
The heat from his palms makes my knees weak as they brush against the bare skin beneath my tank top. My stomach coils with anticipation. Mack leans down, his wavy brown hair tickling my cheek as his lips brush against my throat.
“Laugh for me, Kate.”
My eyes roll back in my head, his scruff tickling my sensitive skin while I try to focus. “W-what?”
He blows a raspberry on my neck, and my legs nearly give out. A squeal escapes me as his fingers dig into my waist, and he tickles the shit out of me.
“Macklin!” I slap at his shoulders, but he doesn’t stop. Doesn’t let up. He only makes me laugh harder and harder as I try to squirm away from him and his tortuous touch.
“Stop, stop!” I beg between bouts of laughter. “We’re in public, for Pete’s sake!”
