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She smiled, and his eyes darkened as he gazed into her eyes. She knew she was a sweaty mess from her run. Her sports bra and performance shorts were all soaked with perspiration. She didn’t even want to know what her face and hair looked like.
“I didn’t like the way he was staring at you.”
“I can tell.” She laughed, loving his possessiveness. “I was expecting you to growl and go all ‘my woman’.”
“Something like that. I already told you that your jogging outfits drive me crazy. Any man with a pulse would ogle you.”
“Well, thank goodness I’m only interested in one man ogling me.” She batted her eyes up at him. It was the truth. In the few short months she had lived next to him, he was the only one she had been trying to catch. Now she literally had him in her grasp, she couldn’t care less about any other man.
“Damn right I’m ogling.” He tried to pull her closer, but she pushed off away from him.
“I’m too sweaty.” She laughed again, shaking her head. She needed to take a shower. There was no telling how bad she reeked.
“You think I care about sweat?” he growled, pulling her flush against him.
“You know Janet is probably glued to her window, watching us.” She laughed once more, thinking of their nosey neighbor. For all the information that woman had on the people, Sarena was surprised their neighbor was able to sleep.
“Let her look,” he said, his hand sliding down to the roundness of her ass. A playful glint appeared in his eyes that she adored. “She might get front row seats to a true show out here on the front lawn.”
She loved when he relaxed. He was always so serious most of the time, but when he smiled, her heart just melted. She was attracted to his strong, alpha nature, but the soft side of Marcas had her falling in love with him.
Her heart seemed to jump into her throat at the thought.
Love?
Could she be falling in love with Marcas MacArthur?
His lips curved into a smile as he leaned his head toward her. His mouth covered hers in a soft kiss, and she knew she just might be falling for him.
Mac couldn’t keep his eyes off Sarena. They followed the restaurant host to their table. Sarena walked in front of him, holding his hand, and they threaded their way toward their table. He sent a glare to a man who was openly eyeing Sarena. He bit back a growl, wanting to lay claim on his woman.
His woman?
Sarena seemed oblivious of the attention. As usual, her outfit was sexy. She’d worn a shirt that hung off her shoulders with a leather mini skirt and heels. Her hair flowed down her back in dark waves, and her makeup was barely there. Mac couldn’t stand women who caked on makeup.
Sarena didn’t need it. Her natural beauty was what attracted him to her. She was the full package, beauty and brains with a killer body.
“Here you go, best table in the house.” The host turned with a smile.
Mac took in the room and appreciated that their booth was placed against the back wall. They could see the entire restaurant.
“It’s perfect.” He nodded before assisting Sarena into the booth. He slid in behind her. He had chosen an elegant, trendy restaurant that always had a waiting list for reservations.
“Your waiter will be here shortly.” The host nodded.
“How in the world did you get a reservation here? The wait list is like months?” Excitement filled Sarena’s face as she looked to him.
He shrugged and braced his arm on the back of the booth. “I guess it helps when you save the owner from a situation,” he murmured.
Her eyes widened at his comment.
It was the truth. A few years ago, the owner of Lucarelli’s, Sergio Lucarelli, was involved in a hostage situation. His daughter, Bella, was with a boyfriend who was deep into drugs and gang life. Sergio’s daughter had tried to cut ties with her boyfriend who didn’t take too kindly to the break-up and took her hostage and barricaded them into his home, threatening to kill her and him. The boyfriend was coked out and had access to plenty of guns in his residence.
Mac and his team had been called in due to the nature of the situation. Drugs and guns didn’t go well together, and they were able to safely extract Sergio’s daughter. Because of this, Sergio promised Mac any time he or his men wanted to dine at his restaurant, all they would have to do is call.
“Wow. You know you are a real-life hero.” She chuckled, tucking her hair behind an ear.
“I don’t do what I do to seek attention.” He shook his head. He knew none of his team members desired fame or fortune for what they did. They got called out on a job, and it was their responsibility to ensure all parties lived at the end of the day. Some weren’t so fortunate. But it was his highly trained team that was the go-to when things were above and beyond the scope of the regular police officers.
