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irrational urge for violence on the two hapless men daring to be near his woman. Shit. His woman? When the fuck had she become his? Mac took a deep breath and drew on some of his legendary lawyer control. Acting like a Neanderthal wouldn’t impress Lillian or help win her forgiveness. Then again, dragging her off by the hair would certainly make it clear to all he’d staked a claim.
    Was he staking a claim? Or was he pissed off she’d rejected him. Again. He knew he wanted her, had for years, but he’d spent so long stamping on the feelings she evoked he couldn’t be sure this wasn’t just some macho attempt to salvage his ego—to save face. He’d like to think he was above that kind of behaviour. It didn’t matter. Mackenzie Harris never lost a battle. Whether it be in the courtroom, boardroom or bedroom, he was king of his world and Lillian McDermott would soon know that what Mac wanted, Mac got.
     
    Lillian fingered the card in her hand and thought about her options. She could pull out of the game before spinning the bottle or she could spin and wait to see who her partner would be before she chickened out. Her gaze flicked back to the words printed in bold red ink on the glossy white background. After the last spin-card, she’d hoped for something less adventurous. A simple kiss would have been her preferred choice. Instead, Lil was stuck with the one in her hand, and she either took one shot now or spun the bottle and, depending on the targeted player, downed four shots as her penalty.
    The men on either side of her jostled closer, each trying to get a look at what was written on her card. But she wasn’t about to give anything away before making her decision, so she tucked it close to her chest. If she forfeited before the spin, her card got shuffled back into the deck without anyone ever knowing what her challenge had been. She just needed to decide if she wanted everyone to know what could make Lillian McDermott yellow-bellied. Another glance at her card, a quick scan of the rhyme and Lil made up her mind.
    Her fingers trembled as she leaned over and grabbed hold of the bottle. Taking a deep breath, she tightened her grip and, with a turn of her wrist, sent the glass spinning. Lil sat back and raised the card to eye level, effectively blocking her view of the rotating cylinder.
    “Round and round the bottle goes, where it stops nobody knows. There is no work in a game of chance, but your partner has earned themselves a lap dance.”
    All the men around the table sat up straight, their gaze’s glued to the spinning bottle as it slowed. Even the women seemed eager for the turn to end. Lil held her breath, mentally ticking off the table’s occupants one by one, deciding who she might or might not be willing to give a lap dance. The chair next to her jerked to the side, bumping into hers, but Lillian had her full attention on that rapidly slowing bottle and ignored the disruption. She forced herself to suck in a long drawn-out breath through her mouth as each turn brought her closer to her final decision. A recognizable scent tickled her memories but she was too engrossed in the game to think of its origin.
    Next to her, Daryl’s chair scrapped forward on the floor and he leaned sideways until his thigh brushed hers, the soft well-washed denim warm against her bare skin. Denim? Wasn’t he wearing board shorts? She glanced down quickly and noted the stone-washed fabric covering the leg next to hers before moving her gaze back to the spinning bottle. Surely Daryl hadn’t left the table mid spin? Lil was on the verge of turning her head to see who’d joined the game when an arm shot out. A big hand wrapped around the glass bottle and stopped it with the neck in the section adjacent to hers. Lillian stared at the arm. The long, lean muscles, the sprinkling of golden hair and the very expensive, very familiar gold watch spanning the wrist.
    Mackenzie.
    Lillian squeezed her eyes shut, opened them and blinked