Page 142 of Duty and Desire

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To be honest, I hadn’t even thought of that.

I just put my head down and got on with it.

But I did that because I didn’t want to worry anyone. Worrying the girls at work was bad enough, and that wasn’t my choice. If it was, I wouldn’t have done it.

And I was Lottie Mac. I was a tough broad. I could handle anything. I’d been on my own and doing that for a long time.

Not to mention, I had Smithie. Hawk Delgado. His team.

And I had Mo.

“Yeah,” I admitted. “But I had Mo.”

Bad idea.

Hank looked to Mo and his gentle big brother expression vanished.

“How about you go put some clothes on while we have a word with Mo,” Luke suggested.

Oh no.

“Luke—”

“Lottie,” Mo’s hand came again to the small of my back, “go get dressed.”

I looked up at him. “I’m not leaving you.”

“It’ll be okay. We have to have a chat,” he replied.

My spine snapped straight. “I’m not leaving you, Mo.”

“You need to put some clothes on,” he retorted.

“I’m practically wearing a smock,” I fired back.

“It’s sexyAFand not helping anything,” he returned.

It was not.

Was it?

“It isn’t.”

“Lottie, I would know,” he pointed out.

“I would too, my eyes are burning,” Luke muttered.

“Babydoll nightie, Christ,” Vance bit out.

I looked down at myself.

Okay.

Maybe it was cute.

And a little hot.

I turned to the men. “You’ve seen me strip. All of you.”

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