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“He did?” Great. Just when I decided I could not give in to any sort of temptation with MacKay I had to ride alone in a car with him for three hours? I didn’t want to read too much into it, but it didn’t feel like something MacKay would plan intentionally. It must have been Dylan’s idea.
MacKay nodded. “Yep.” He headed toward the coffee pot.
Resigned to him being in no hurry, I returned to my plate on the coffee table while Hank sat down next to MacKay at the island.
“What are you doing?” Sera asked me under her breath, frowning. “Go sit with him.” She made a gesture to the island. “He’s your boss.”
I really didn’t want to be reminded of that fact.
Wrinkling my nose, I took a stool on the side so I could see MacKay and Hank. Sera joined us. I couldn’t think of anything to say. Fortunately, Hank had no such problem. He wanted to talk football, which meant I could zone out. It wasn’t that I didn’t like football, it was more that I wouldn’t consider myself a super fan. I did understand the game though. You couldn’t grow up in the environment I had, with a father who was a diehard fan, deep in LSU country, with five brothers who all had played at one point or another, without absorbing it by osmosis.
“What do you think, Faith?” MacKay asked. “Should I take Pittsburgh by minus 5?”
I almost choked on my pancake. They were talking about placing bets obviously, but I had been daydreaming about MacKay’s biceps and how they had looked when he had been over top of me, holding himself up as he thrust into me. I hadn’t been following closely.
Before I could respond, Hank scoffed. “Faith doesn’t know anything about football.”
I was completely offended. “Yes, I do. It depends if their quarterback is still on injured reserve.”
“He just came off.”
“Then I agree with you.”
MacKay looked pleased. “Cool. If I win this bet, I owe you.”
I hide my face behind my coffee mug. He didn’t want to know my preferred method of payment.
“Faith was a cheerleader in high school,” Hank said. “She was facing the crowd, not the field.”
Why on God’s green earth would my brother announce something that inane? It was like he’d taken a play from Jenny’s book— embarrassing the hell out of me.
“No one cares that I was a cheerleader,” I said. I stabbed my pancake. “Except Mama.”
“She was also Little Miss Crawfish.” Hank was now grinning.
I dropped my fork with a loud clank. I really wanted to tell my brother to fuck right off but I wasn’t going to do that in front of MacKay on the very morning I had vowed to behave professionally around him.
“I’m ready to head out whenever you are, MacKay,” I said, noticing he had cleared his plate.
He looked a little surprised but then he nodded. “Sure. Sounds good. I guess we’re burning daylight.” He pointed to my chin. “You have a little syrup right here.” He tapped his own chin in the middle.
I took my napkin and wiped my chin.
“You didn’t get it.” He gestured again.
I repeated the wiping.
MacKay laughed. “No, you’re just missing it.” He reached out with his finger and swiped at my skin, hard.
I reared back, caught off guard. His touch sent a jolt of desire through me and made me flustered.
He pulled back and showed me the stickiness on his finger. “Got it.”
I expected him to wipe his finger on his own napkin. He should have wiped his finger on his napkin. It was the appropriate thing to do for a casual acquaintance in the company of others. But he didn’t. He lifted his finger to my mouth and eased it between my lips.
Oh God. His finger was in my mouth.
My nipples went hard.
