him.
“She is pissed, ” Hol y said with a grin, dropping her hands from his neck.
He stepped back, his gaze stil on the now empty road. “Furious,” he agreed.
“Should we high-five?”
“Not yet,” he said with a laugh. “She’s stil not ready to make a move. I bet right now she’s probably trying to convince herself it didn’t bother her to see me with you.”
Hol y shook her head, looking frazzled. “If this was me and Carson, and I saw him with someone else, I’d bitch-slap the woman and claim my man.”
“She’s scared.”
“To be loved?”
“To be abandoned.” He swal owed. “Every guy she’s dated has dumped her when the visions got too scary for him. And this last break-up…it hurt her pretty badly. Dan—the guy she was with—said some seriously shitty things when he broke up with her.”
“Like what?”
“She didn’t give me al the details, but I got the feeling it was bad. The vision she had real y freaked him out.”
He frowned, wondering if maybe he ought to pay a visit to dear old Dan in the hardware store. Normal y he tended to avoid the men Mac dated, but Dan had always rubbed Wil the wrong way. And after Colin Garber died in that fire, Dan had definitely made Wil ’s shit list. Instead of comforting Mackenzie, the bastard had shoved her away like a piece of trash.
Then again, the break-up was the reason Mac had kissed him, and the reason he’d driven to her house last weekend, where they’d final y acted on the uncontrol able attraction between them. So maybe he should be thanking Dan.
He paused. Naah. He stil wanted to unleash a right hook in that creep’s jaw.
“Doesn’t she know you’re a Navy SEAL who doesn’t freak out easily?” Hol y asked.
“Al she knows is that I’m the only man who’s always stood by her. She thinks she’l lose me if she opens herself up ful y.”
“Wel , I think she’s sil y.” Hol y glanced around the quaint little street. “Is there anywhere good to eat around here?”
“There’s a bar around the corner. Serves some pretty decent chicken wings. But the diner is where I usual y go. Al -day breakfast.”
“Are you buying?”
“Of course.” He chuckled. “Don’t tel me Carson makes you guys go Dutch.”
“We don’t usual y go out to eat. The food I cook is better than anything you’l get in a restaurant.” She grinned. “Wel , my restaurant is the exception, but that’s because I’m the chef.” She slung her arm through his and pushed him toward the curb. “Come on, let’s go. I’m starved.”
“You are not going to the carnival,” Mackenzie muttered to herself, absently wandering around her kitchen looking for something to eat. Her pantry was stocked with canned food, her freezer loaded with homemade lasagnas that Paula brought over once a month, but nothing seemed appealing at the moment.
Hard as she tried, she couldn’t stop thinking about al the junk food she could have if she went to the carnival. Greasy hamburger, spicy fries from Walter Halton’s booth, cotton candy.
She refused to give in to her stomach’s demands, though. The last thing she wanted to do was see Wil and Hol y, arms around each other, secret smiles, kisses…oh God, she didn’t even want to imagine them kissing.
Sighing, she opened the fridge again and peered inside for the third time, but like the two previous glimpses, it remained empty save for a carton of milk and a few condiments. She was just closing the fridge door when her hands started to tingle. Her temples ached, and a wave of dizziness sent her swaying toward one of the tal -backed oak chairs by the kitchen table. She sank down, breathing deeply, helpless to stop the vision from slamming into her.
A wet tongue flicking against her nipple, hands sliding down to squeeze her buttocks.
His head was buried in her breasts. Licking, kissing, biting, filling her with white-hot pleasure and making her clit swell.
Deft fingers moving under her waistband, into her
“She is pissed, ” Hol y said with a grin, dropping her hands from his neck.
He stepped back, his gaze stil on the now empty road. “Furious,” he agreed.
“Should we high-five?”
“Not yet,” he said with a laugh. “She’s stil not ready to make a move. I bet right now she’s probably trying to convince herself it didn’t bother her to see me with you.”
Hol y shook her head, looking frazzled. “If this was me and Carson, and I saw him with someone else, I’d bitch-slap the woman and claim my man.”
“She’s scared.”
“To be loved?”
“To be abandoned.” He swal owed. “Every guy she’s dated has dumped her when the visions got too scary for him. And this last break-up…it hurt her pretty badly. Dan—the guy she was with—said some seriously shitty things when he broke up with her.”
“Like what?”
“She didn’t give me al the details, but I got the feeling it was bad. The vision she had real y freaked him out.”
He frowned, wondering if maybe he ought to pay a visit to dear old Dan in the hardware store. Normal y he tended to avoid the men Mac dated, but Dan had always rubbed Wil the wrong way. And after Colin Garber died in that fire, Dan had definitely made Wil ’s shit list. Instead of comforting Mackenzie, the bastard had shoved her away like a piece of trash.
Then again, the break-up was the reason Mac had kissed him, and the reason he’d driven to her house last weekend, where they’d final y acted on the uncontrol able attraction between them. So maybe he should be thanking Dan.
He paused. Naah. He stil wanted to unleash a right hook in that creep’s jaw.
“Doesn’t she know you’re a Navy SEAL who doesn’t freak out easily?” Hol y asked.
“Al she knows is that I’m the only man who’s always stood by her. She thinks she’l lose me if she opens herself up ful y.”
“Wel , I think she’s sil y.” Hol y glanced around the quaint little street. “Is there anywhere good to eat around here?”
“There’s a bar around the corner. Serves some pretty decent chicken wings. But the diner is where I usual y go. Al -day breakfast.”
“Are you buying?”
“Of course.” He chuckled. “Don’t tel me Carson makes you guys go Dutch.”
“We don’t usual y go out to eat. The food I cook is better than anything you’l get in a restaurant.” She grinned. “Wel , my restaurant is the exception, but that’s because I’m the chef.” She slung her arm through his and pushed him toward the curb. “Come on, let’s go. I’m starved.”
“You are not going to the carnival,” Mackenzie muttered to herself, absently wandering around her kitchen looking for something to eat. Her pantry was stocked with canned food, her freezer loaded with homemade lasagnas that Paula brought over once a month, but nothing seemed appealing at the moment.
Hard as she tried, she couldn’t stop thinking about al the junk food she could have if she went to the carnival. Greasy hamburger, spicy fries from Walter Halton’s booth, cotton candy.
She refused to give in to her stomach’s demands, though. The last thing she wanted to do was see Wil and Hol y, arms around each other, secret smiles, kisses…oh God, she didn’t even want to imagine them kissing.
Sighing, she opened the fridge again and peered inside for the third time, but like the two previous glimpses, it remained empty save for a carton of milk and a few condiments. She was just closing the fridge door when her hands started to tingle. Her temples ached, and a wave of dizziness sent her swaying toward one of the tal -backed oak chairs by the kitchen table. She sank down, breathing deeply, helpless to stop the vision from slamming into her.
A wet tongue flicking against her nipple, hands sliding down to squeeze her buttocks.
His head was buried in her breasts. Licking, kissing, biting, filling her with white-hot pleasure and making her clit swell.
Deft fingers moving under her waistband, into her
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