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“—and figure out how you’d structure your services. Then just start a social media page and boom. You’re in business.”
I shake my head. “It’s not that simple.”
Fiona tilts her head. “Why not?”
“Because…” I drift off, then frown. I know it’s not that simple, but I can’t quite think of all the reasons. Because…the kids! The divorce! Because I couldn’t possibly do something like that all on my own…could I? Close to panic, I look at all their expectant faces. “Can we talk about something else, please?”
“What’s going on with you and Mac?” Jen arches her brows, kicking her legs up onto the coffee table.
I groan.
Candice laughs. “Atta girl, Jen. On to more important things.” My sister turns to me with an expectant look on her face. “So? Has Mac called you since this morning? That entrance, my God. I wish we could have recorded it.”
I bite my lip. “No, he hasn’t called.”
“We should go to the Grove,” Simone says, brightening. She puts her mug down on the coffee table and looks at each of us in turn. “Allie is with Clancy and Grant at your place,” she says to Fiona and Candice. “And Jen, you’re done baking for the day.”
Jen frowns. “I still need to—”
“You’re done baking for the day, Jen,” Simone cuts in. “Have you seen how many baked goods are overflowing from their containers down there? Amanda can’t possibly expect you to do more.”
“The lemon meringue pie recipe isn’t quite right, though, and—”
“Jen.” Simone lowers her brows.
I clear my throat. “Look, it’s fine. I’m not sure going to the Grove is a good idea. I shouldn’t be seeing Mac anyway—”
“Why not?” Fiona screeches, sitting up on her armchair. “Why the hell not, Trina?”
“He’s…” I trail off, not really knowing what to say. I flap my hands around a bit as if that’ll explain things. “I’m… It’s too soon.”
“Bullshit.” Simone stands up and gathers everyone’s mugs. “Let’s go.”
My protests fall on deaf ears. We stumble down the stairs together and spill onto the sidewalk, only to pause when we hear the sound of a couple of loud engines.
Two motorcycles come rumbling down Cove Boulevard, the main street through the center of Heart’s Cove. My heart leaps, then I let out a surprised laugh when I see the passengers on the back of the two roaring bikes.
Dorothy’s silver hair streams behind her from under her helmet, her oversized leather jacket making her look massive on the back of Mac’s bike. She’s holding onto him tight, her face split open with a smile. But it’s Margaret that surprises me. She’s on the back of Hamish’s bike, holding onto him just as close, a high, bright flush on her cheeks.
The men stop their bikes in front of us as the ladies dismount. Dorothy lets out a squeal. “Again! Again!”
Mac just laughs, then lets his gaze slide to me. His lips tip up at the corners. “Hey.”
Why did my clothes just suddenly get rougher? I can feel every fiber of fabric scratching me, every scrap of material abrading my too-sensitive skin. “Hi.”
My gaze darts to Margaret, who’s still blushing as Hamish helps her with the clasp of her helmet. “That was lovely, Hamish.”
“The pleasure was all mine.” His eyes are soft as he responds.
I exchange a glance with Candice, who hides a smile behind her hand. Margaret’s husband passed away years ago, and I’ve never seen her flirt with anyone. It’s nice to see.
Mac takes a step toward me, and my whole body reacts. How does he manage to move like that? Grace and strength in every inch of his body. With his helmet under his arm, he combs his fingers through his hair and nods toward his motorcycle. “Want a ride?”
More than anything.
The thought pops into my head before I can stop myself, and my lips drop open. I suck in a breath and release it slowly, trying to figure out how to put my feelings into words.
Yes, I want to press my thighs against Mac’s and wrap my arms around his torso. I want to feel the warmth of his body at my chest and let him guide me around every bend in the road as the sun sets over the ocean. I want him to take me somewhere private and kiss me silly, if only to forget about my horrible, awful, terrible day and the fact that I don’t have my kids tonight.
