Page 71 of That First Flight

“Kenzie,” I shout.

“Ollie,” she shouts back through her laughter. It’s sort of our thing now.

“Want to hang out with me and watch a movie?”

“Heck yeah,” she screams as she barrels into the living room like a bull in a China shop. “Oh, sorry for cursing Mom.”

“Heck isn’t a curse word,” Macey tells her.

“What she said,” I add for fun, pointing to her mom.

Macey gives me a little side eye, but she’s doing aterriblejob at hiding the smile she’s fighting like hell to hold back.

She turns to her daughter. “Mackenzie, are you okay if I go out to dinner with Peyton and the other girls for a little bit? I won’t be home too late.”

“Of course, Mom. And tell Mrs. Peyton I said hi!”

Macey’s mouth falls slightly open as if she’s shocked Mackenzie is saying she’s fine with her leaving.

“See.” I raise a brow. “Now go get changed. I’ll call you an Uber.”

Her eyes bounce between her daughter and me as she takes a few steps backwards toward the hall. After about three steps, a smile forms on her face as she shakes her head and turns to go get ready.

“What movie will it be, Kenzie?”

“Dealer's choice.”

“Did you just say… dealer's choice?” I can’t help the full belly laughter that comes out of me. “I don’t think that’s how it’s supposed to be used.”

“I heard it in a TV show once and thought it was funny.”

“You’re something else.” I put out my hand for a fist bump and she meets me there with a bump and an explosion. “Princess Diariestonight?”

“Ew, no.” She wrinkles her face. “How aboutHarry Potter?”

I give her an impressed nod. “Well, okay. I’m down for a marathon movie night.”

Just as I finish clicking through apps on the smart TV and bringing up the movie, I hear heels clink behind us on the couch. My head snaps in her direction and I think I just died and gone to heaven.

Macey’s outfit choice for the evening isnothelping the temptation I have for her right now.

I leap off the couch, meeting her more than halfway to stop her from walking anymore into the room.

“Woah, woah there,” I say, stopping her in her tracks. My grin is uncontrollable at this point as I scan her body up and down. She’s wearing a leather skirt that barely reaches halfway down her thighs, paired with a black body suit that shows every curve of her breast to me. “Is this what you’re wearing?”

“That's all I have.”

“Fuck, Macey,” I breathe out, barely above a whisper. “You’re killing me in this.”

Pink hits her cheeks instantly. “It looks okay?”

“More than okay.” I lean down to speak into her ear, my lips barely grazing the skin there. “There’s a chance I’ll be thinking about you in this outfit later tonight too.”

Macey laughs, brushing me off to grab her jacket from the coat rack. Almost as if she’s not picking up what I’m putting down with my comment.

“Thank you again for watching over her.”

“Anytime.” I wink.

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