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I can’t say when that happened really, but if I have to guess it was around the time Sophie and Owen got engaged.
I remember Sophie showing me a video of Mack dancing. It was oddly one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen. A manly man like Mack Granger taking the time and care to dance with a little girl who thinks he hung the moon.
Ugh, be still my ovaries.
Until recently, I thought they had shriveled up and died. But now with everything happening around me with proposals and marriages and babies, I feel like maybe one of these days I might want kids. The jury is still out, but for the first time in my life, it doesn’t scare me as badly as it used to.
I remember Sophie teasing me about my ogling Mack and rewatching the video, but I quickly shut that down by telling her I was just enamored with Molly and how cute she was.
The chance of her believing that lie was slim to none, but at least she didn’t push.
Realizing the sun is peeking through a window somewhere behind me, I decide I’m going to have to face the music—or Mack. Whatever. So, I slowly roll over, only to find his side of the bed empty and the bed semi-made. The sheet and blanket have been pulled up and straightened, and Mack is nowhere to be seen.
Now, my heart races for an entirely different reason.
Did he leave me alone in his house?
Sure, I’ve been here before, but it was only once and I have no clue what the hell I’m doing. Besides that, I’m still freaked out about last night and I don’t want to be alone. Admitting that is hard, even to myself, but it’s true.
It’s why I couldn’t sleep in Mack’s spare bedroom and was willing to ask him to allow me to sleep in here. On any other normal day, I would have never asked that. It was a sign of vulnerability and I don’t particularly like being vulnerable.
But the alternative of sleeping in a relatively strange house after everything that happened yesterday was enough to drive me into this infuriatingly cocky man’s bed.
The one I’ve called out on multiple times for being a manwhore.
However, surprisingly enough, I don’t feel threatened here. I don’t feel threatened by him. And all of the jabs I throw his way are tactics to keep him from penetrating my very weak walls. Any time Mack Granger is nearby, I feel my body gravitate toward him and, to be honest, it freaks me the hell out, but not as much as my stalker.
Stalker.
Is that really what I have?
Has it officially crossed that line?
The nausea is back in full force as my body goes hot and cold all at the same time.
What do I do now?
“Hey.”
Letting out a small scream, I whip my head around to see Mack standing in the doorframe. He’s lost the sweats and traded them for a pair of workout shorts, which don’t do anything to hide what he’s packing. Everything seems to be on display—from his hair to his rippled chest to his thick, muscular thighs.
“Sorry,” he mutters, running a hand through his damp hair. “Didn’t mean to scare you. I just came to check on you and see if you were awake. It’s almost seven and I wasn’t sure what time you need to be at work.”
“Oh, shit.” Tossing the blanket off my body, I scramble out of the ridiculously comfortable bed. “I have to be there by nine and I didn’t really think about that when I ran out of my apartment last night. I don’t even remember what I packed in my bag. For all I know, it’ll look like a sorority girl’s Halloween costume.”
He barks out a laugh, drawing my eyes back to him. This time, I try to only focus on his face. As attractive as it is, it’s much easier on my composure than the rest of him.
Who knew thick thighs were a turn on?
“I doubt your viewers would complain about that,” he deadpans. “I bet if you did your public interest stories in this little number,” he says, motioning up and down my body, “viewing rates would skyrocket.”
The warmth on my cheeks and chest is immediate and I turn quickly to keep him from seeing what his words do to me. “Sorry to inform you, but everyone isn’t a horny perv like you.”
“Yes they are. I’m just more honest about my feelings.”
“Is that why you hide them behind whoring yourself out?”
Damn, that jab was a little sharper than I intended. I should be thanking this man for taking me in last night and instead I’m jumping right into our typical verbal sparring match.
