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Maybe Lily St Clare was going crazy There was no other explanation for it She’d been drooling over Mackenzie Draper all day

All freaking day

Like a thirteen-year-old with a first crush, she’d studied hile Inch

Things that she’d not noticed the night they’d spent together were suddenly in focus Mackenzie didn’t sport a six pack Hell no His abs were rock hard and ym hard, and his butt…

Good Lord, the man’s butt was made to be admired and touched and…

She wasn’t even going to dwell on how good he looked shirtless, with all those tanned muscles and that indent just above his shorts

God, she’d licked that indent

More than once

She didn’t want to think about the tattoo on his bicep or the thin line of hair below his navel that made her eyes wander lower than they should Or how his easy smile made every woman feel special when he looked her way Heck, even Mrs Lancaster, the pastor’s wife, had giggled like a little girl when Mac whispered so, and she’d blushed so deeply, Lily had noticed it from several feet away

The wo seventy for Christ’s sake

Lily didn’t want to think about any of those things, except she couldn’t stop thinking about them

Mackenzie Draper was trouble with a capital T He could break a girl’s heart—irl’s heart was frozen In fact, he could smash what little bits of it were still left intact

So why the hell was she heading off into the shadoith hiood could come out of this?

Lily’s feet dug into the sand as she headed down the beach, out of range of the fire and most of the people on shore Overhead, stars were just starting to twinkle, and out over the lake, the sun had set, shooting vibrant beaold over the horizon

It was beautiful Peaceful