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It was maddening at the same time it was a relief. I didn’t have to answer any questions.
I was two feet out from MacKay and Cash when I realized I was still holding the chocolate chip cookie. I spun back around and shoved it at him. “Here’s a cookie.”
My brother looked at me like I was a complete freak.
Which I probably was.
MacKay took the cookie and bit it.
If I were in a rom-com movie, this would be the moment where I stepped back, tripped over an inanimate object, and fell down.
Well, guess what? That isexactlywhat happened. The sight of MacKay biting that cookie reminded me of him biting my cookie and I leaped back like I’d been scalded.
Right into a brick planter housing a hydrangea.
I fell into the bush with a shriek and grabbed the branches to steady myself. Hydrangea branches aren’t solid like trees. They just instantly drooped under my weight and I went full on into the bush, coming to a rest on my butt in the dirt, dress riding up, a fluffy white blossom peeking out from between my legs.
That was just a big fragrant exclamation point to my embarrassment. I tried to wrestle myself off the plant.
MacKay reached for me, looking alarmed, but my brother got to me first. He hauled me out by gripping me under my armpits. “You okay?”
I nodded, swallowing hard, yanking the bottom of my dress back into place.
“Then lay off the alcohol,” he said. “It’s two in the afternoon.”
“I’m not drunk,” I protested, cheeks burning as I dusted dirt off my ass. I blew my hair out of my eyes. “I haven’t even had a drink.”
“Sure you aren’t. And I’m short.”
I rolled my eyes. Cash was the opposite of short.
“Go drink some water,” he said, and walked away.
I stared at him, tempted to stick my tongue out at his back, but I was determined to hang on to my last shards of dignity.
“I understand if you don’t want to take a job at Four Brothers,” MacKay said, out of the blue.
“What?” I narrowed my eyes. He looked… troubled.
“I realize it might not be an ideal work environment for you. Cash will be disappointed, but he’ll get over it. You need to do what’s right for you.”
My jaw dropped.
He was trying to talk me out of taking a job at his distillery.
He didn’t want me working in his office.
“Why wouldn’t it be an ideal work environment for me?”
MacKay stared at me. He didn’t say anything. Just stared. Intently. Hotly. The gaze of a man who knew what I looked like naked and liked it. Who wanted me naked again.
I didn’t say anything either. I wanted him to spell it out. Call it punishment for not texting or calling me. Or pure ego on my part. But I stared back, mouth pursed shut.
Finally, he broke and spoke first. “Faith.”
He said it on a low, rough murmur.
“Yes?”
