accept because she wanted her siblings to be happy and fulfilled.
But she wasn’t losing Mac to anything or anyone. Period.
It was a good thing she was convinced she was what could make Mac happy and fulfilled.
“They’re so busy with other things it was the perfect time to get away,” she finally answered him.
“Uh-huh.” He took another pull on the beer bottle.
“So if they didn’t send you, you came all on your own?”
“Right.”
“Why?” she demanded. He cared about her, dammit, and she was going to make him admit it.
“To make sure you don’t do something stupid.”
She spun to face him. “For instance?”
“Ending up arrested. Or kidnapped. Or dead.”
She puffed out a frustrated breath. Big-brother obligation. That was what this was in his mind. Not Ican’t-live-without-you-for-even-a-moment. Instead no-one-else-could-come-so-I’m-here. “Sorry you had to pull your face out from between those breasts.”
He grinned and tipped his bottle back. “I forgive you.” She scowled at him. “Well, thanks. And as you can see, I’m not in jail, tied up in a trunk, or six feet under. You can go now.”
When she tried to turn back to her drink, Mac’s hand went to her elbow and though his hold was firm, it was gentle. The look in his eyes was not.
“I’m not leaving without you.”
“Mac, that isn’t necessary. I’m going to have a little fun and then…”
“A little fun?” he repeated. “I read your note. If you want to keep up with me, there’s nothing little about it.”
Heat swept over and through her. He was mad, clearly. She wasn’t even sure he meant it the way she’d taken it. Still, his words made her want to respond with prove it .
“Pretty big talk in your letter, princess.”
She made herself lift her chin. “I know. I meant it.”
“If you wanna be a woman I pay attention to, you’re gonna to have to get into some trouble.”
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Erin Nicholas
His lazy near-drawl didn’t fool her. He was angry about what she’d written. Well, she’d wanted to bait him a bit. She wanted him thinking about her in a new light. It looked like she’d at least gotten his attention.
“I know about your women, Mac.” And she did. Too well. She’d been observing Mac, listening to him, learning about him for thirteen years. Even before she’d realized she wanted more from him than the favorite ice cream he would drive out of his way to get for her, she’d been mentally cataloging facts about him.
She’d also, at some point, gotten old enough to understand a lot of the things her brother and his friends talked and joked about…before they’d realized it. She’d heard things she was quite sure they’d all be shocked to know she’d heard and understood.
For instance, Mac liked wild women. A lot of them. Sometimes more than one at a time.
The women that turned his eye were generally toned, dark-skinned—created by regular visits to a tanning bed or by the good Lord, it didn’t matter—dark-haired and gorgeous. They also all had an edge.
They were so not the sweet, little-sister type who spent their time in social work.
They were practically the opposite of Sara in every way. Her sister was brunette, but Sara and Sam were blond. Sara’s hair fell in natural spiral curls, she had a smattering of freckles across her nose and cheeks, she rarely wore makeup because she didn’t need it, and she couldn’t walk past a tanning bed without burning. She knew sweet was the word most often used to describe her. Up until a few years ago, she’d taken pride in that.
Until she’d realized Mac didn’t want sweet.
He wanted wild. Sophisticated. Experienced.
She could be those things. Would be those things. With some practice.
“I don’t think you know all about my women,” Mac said.
“I know enough.” She took another sip of her drink. She didn’t want to think about his women.
Except they were all she’d been able to think about since
But she wasn’t losing Mac to anything or anyone. Period.
It was a good thing she was convinced she was what could make Mac happy and fulfilled.
“They’re so busy with other things it was the perfect time to get away,” she finally answered him.
“Uh-huh.” He took another pull on the beer bottle.
“So if they didn’t send you, you came all on your own?”
“Right.”
“Why?” she demanded. He cared about her, dammit, and she was going to make him admit it.
“To make sure you don’t do something stupid.”
She spun to face him. “For instance?”
“Ending up arrested. Or kidnapped. Or dead.”
She puffed out a frustrated breath. Big-brother obligation. That was what this was in his mind. Not Ican’t-live-without-you-for-even-a-moment. Instead no-one-else-could-come-so-I’m-here. “Sorry you had to pull your face out from between those breasts.”
He grinned and tipped his bottle back. “I forgive you.” She scowled at him. “Well, thanks. And as you can see, I’m not in jail, tied up in a trunk, or six feet under. You can go now.”
When she tried to turn back to her drink, Mac’s hand went to her elbow and though his hold was firm, it was gentle. The look in his eyes was not.
“I’m not leaving without you.”
“Mac, that isn’t necessary. I’m going to have a little fun and then…”
“A little fun?” he repeated. “I read your note. If you want to keep up with me, there’s nothing little about it.”
Heat swept over and through her. He was mad, clearly. She wasn’t even sure he meant it the way she’d taken it. Still, his words made her want to respond with prove it .
“Pretty big talk in your letter, princess.”
She made herself lift her chin. “I know. I meant it.”
“If you wanna be a woman I pay attention to, you’re gonna to have to get into some trouble.”
www.samhainpublishing.com
25
Erin Nicholas
His lazy near-drawl didn’t fool her. He was angry about what she’d written. Well, she’d wanted to bait him a bit. She wanted him thinking about her in a new light. It looked like she’d at least gotten his attention.
“I know about your women, Mac.” And she did. Too well. She’d been observing Mac, listening to him, learning about him for thirteen years. Even before she’d realized she wanted more from him than the favorite ice cream he would drive out of his way to get for her, she’d been mentally cataloging facts about him.
She’d also, at some point, gotten old enough to understand a lot of the things her brother and his friends talked and joked about…before they’d realized it. She’d heard things she was quite sure they’d all be shocked to know she’d heard and understood.
For instance, Mac liked wild women. A lot of them. Sometimes more than one at a time.
The women that turned his eye were generally toned, dark-skinned—created by regular visits to a tanning bed or by the good Lord, it didn’t matter—dark-haired and gorgeous. They also all had an edge.
They were so not the sweet, little-sister type who spent their time in social work.
They were practically the opposite of Sara in every way. Her sister was brunette, but Sara and Sam were blond. Sara’s hair fell in natural spiral curls, she had a smattering of freckles across her nose and cheeks, she rarely wore makeup because she didn’t need it, and she couldn’t walk past a tanning bed without burning. She knew sweet was the word most often used to describe her. Up until a few years ago, she’d taken pride in that.
Until she’d realized Mac didn’t want sweet.
He wanted wild. Sophisticated. Experienced.
She could be those things. Would be those things. With some practice.
“I don’t think you know all about my women,” Mac said.
“I know enough.” She took another sip of her drink. She didn’t want to think about his women.
Except they were all she’d been able to think about since
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