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attempted to walk in those shoes. This was going to be a good
night; he could feel it in his bones and his dick.
    Okay, dumbshit, that’s no way to think
about Mac. Hell, for all you know she could be gay. Most of the
guys on the team speculated she was, and Bruiser never really gave
it much thought one way or another. He sure as hell was giving it a
lot of thought right now, hoping like hell Mac didn’t play for the
home team. What the hell, he’d take Brett’s word for it.
    Thinking of Brett gave him a stab of guilt.
Bruiser really was a selfish bastard. Brett had a thing for Mac. A
good buddy would further that relationship along, not think about
himself. Besides, the last thing Mac needs is a guy like me. A nice, kind stable guy like Brett fit her like a comfortable pair
of slippers, while Bruiser fit as well as those heels she
wore—great for appearances but not the least bit practical in the
long run.
    He walked her out to his red and white 1958
Corvette, his baby. He only pulled her out of the garage for
special occasions.
    Mac gripped his arm tight as she stared at
the car with greedy eyes. “This car is fucking incredible. You
never told me you had a car like this.”
    Bruiser shrugged, enjoying her pleasure in
the car.
    “I wanna see the engine.” Oh, yeah, pure
Mac .
    “Later. I’ll be fed to the steelhead in Lake
Washington if you show up with grease on that dress. Your
girlfriends are a formidable bunch.”
    “We can’t let that happen—to the fish.”
    He chuckled. “Kelsie scares the crap out of
me. She can be all kinds of serious scary.”
    “She scares me, too.” He felt her gaze on
his face. “You know about fish?”
    He shrugged one shoulder. Only Brett knew
that he liked to fish. “You’d be surprised what I know about.”
    She didn’t look convinced as Bruiser helped
her in the car. She pulled lipstick from her purse and carefully
applied it, dabbing at a smear on one corner of her mouth. Bruiser
stared at her full red lips and forgot to drive. His pants felt two
sizes too small and his cock two sizes too big. He swerved just in
time to miss a street sign.
    “Been driving long?”
    He let out a long breath and stared straight
ahead, embarrassed as hell. “You think?”
    “I think you’re behaving strangely. I don’t
look that different.”
    He snorted, unable to come up with any other
response.
    * * * * *
    Mac forced her eyes straight ahead when all
she wanted to do was stare at Bruiser in that tux. His broad
shoulders filled it out just right. There couldn’t be another man
on earth who did justice to a tux like Bruiser did. But then
Bruiser did justice to just about anything, including a well-worn
pair of jeans.
    He glanced at her, catching her ogling him.
“Amazed by my raw sexuality?”
    Mac bit back an unladylike response and
distracted him with the first thing that came to mind. “Your family
isn’t quite what I expected.”
    By the way Bruiser’s face hardened, she’d
picked the wrong subject and stepped into a big pile of shit and,
so typical of her, she trudged right on through it. Yeah, don’t
heed the warning signs, just dig yourself a grave-sized hole .
“I mean, they’re nice enough.”
    “You don’t have to explain yourself.
Everyone says that.” Bruiser’s smile idled on his face, motor
running but no power behind it. His eyes had turned a cold stone
gray.
    “How come this is the first time I’ve met
them? In fact, I thought your parents didn’t live anywhere around
here.”
    “My father doesn’t. He’s in LA.” Bruiser’s
jaw tightened, and he stared straight ahead.
    “They’re divorced?” She just didn’t know
when to shut up. Never been one of her special skills.
    “Like a dozen times between the two of
them.”
    “Oh, wow.” Mac shook her head in
surprise.
    “Yeah, wow. You can see why I have no
respect for marriage. It’s a crock.”
    “I understand why you’d see it that way. Do
you only have a sister?”
    “I had a brother,