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“Princess.”
I look at him and start to giggle. He grins, drawing me into his arms. It’s like the world outside has stopped, and this is all ours.
Mack starts to lead me back to the main part of the bar, to the brighter lights, the laughter, music, and dancing, and I’m sure he’s about to lead me out to the floor to dance when I stop. Freeze.
My breath burns where it sits in my lungs and I’m aware Mack’s talking to me, but I’m fixated on the man ahead in a cowboy hat with a scar.
He’s . . . I’ve seen him. I passed him when I went back to the office that night when I saw the politician and the mafia guy and—
The man looks up, his eyes seem to meet mine, but he’s looking past me. He grins and waves as someone else weaves past us to join him.
It’s not— It’s not— I try and make myself breathe.
There had been money, too much, and what looked like plans. But I didn’t even see what they were. The two of them, Mr. Squeaky Clean Man of the People and Mr. Low Life Crime Guy, together are enough to bring worlds down.
At least, that’s what Vic and I think. She’s the only person I told, and while no one’s going to suspect an old lady, I know I can’t tell anyone else.
I can’t tell Mack.
He’s got hero blood.
He’ll do something stupid if he could. Not because I think he likes me beyond wanting some fun, but because that’s him. I think it’s in his DNA. Hell.
“Hey, you okay there, Princess?”
What if more than one person is looking for me? What if— I don’t finish it. I can’t be here. I can’t.
“I’m sorry.” I pull free and run.
ChapterNine
Mack
Well, to hell and back again. I put a hand on my hip, wipe the other over my face, and search for wherever the hell Princess went.
Sidney can move, I’ll give her that.
I wasn’t expecting that kiss to be so . . . so . . . fucked if I know. That kiss—those kisses—are out of my wheelhouse of expectation. I figured it would be good. Who am I fucking kidding? I knew it would be good.
Not just that . . . mind-blowing.
Taking her back to the dance floor seemed like something she got. Because I was trying to say any more of that sweet, hot, wild experimentation and I was gonna have her against that wall, in public.
I don’t think I’d have cared, either.
Actually, I take that back. I would have cared.
Because I’d have been stopped and cuffed and not in the fun, kinky way, either. Although, I prefer to do the cuffing.
I shift my head away from dangerous waters. She ran. It’s not even fucking midnight and she ran like one of London’s stupid princesses.
Is she butt-hurt I didn’t throw her over my shoulder and carry her out of here? Maybe. Last time someone got so butt-hurt was Isaac over me not letting him use my garage to fix his shit truck.
But actually, she looked scared.
Which is fucking why I’m not letting the princess leave town until I know what’s going on and help her. Whether she wants that or not. And—
“Mack . . .” Lissa’s purr of a voice winds around me. There was a time, a real recent time like last week, when I might have been tempted back into her saddle for another go around.
