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He shook his head like he didn’t want to hear what came after that but.
‘I know what I want now, Annie?—’
Her phone rang, cutting him off.
‘Shit,’ she said. ‘The only way someone’s calling me this early is for some kind of emergency.’
‘Maybe not,’ Mac said, running his hands through her hair. Annie moaned. His fingers felt so damn good, being near him felt so damn good. ‘Maybe don’t answer it. Maybe whoever it is can figure it out themselves.’
He held her gaze, his breath warm on her face. He’d dropped his shirt, but her hands remained under it, roving over the expanse of his skin.
‘Maybe it doesn’t have to be hard for us anymore, Annie,’ he said, and she wanted to believe him. He traced his nose along her cheek.
The phone stopped and then started up again. She was sure something catastrophic was happening with either the wedding or the bakery or one of her nieces or nephews.
‘I really have to answer that,’ she said.
Mac sighed, leaning his forehead against hers for one more breath before he pulled away. He looked like he wanted to say more or maybe just to lean forward and kiss her and God, Annie wanted him to but…
‘I’m sorry,’ she said, and Mac nodded as she scrambled for her phone because heknewher. He knew she couldn’t not answer. He knew she had to help. And that meant more to her than his apology.
She mouthed sorry one more time and Mac gave her a slow smile, and Annie briefly reconsidered her stance on answering the phone, before picking up.
She was who she was.
‘Hello?’ she said, not recognizing the number.
It was Estelle.
ChapterThirty-One
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‘What do you mean she’s in New Hampshire?’
Annie huffed, continuing her search for her clothes. Mac wouldn't mind if she stayed in his lacrosse T-shirt for the rest of forever, though, so he wasn’t being particularly helpful. Getting dressed was the last thing he wanted Annie to do.
He wanted her back in his bed.
He wanted to do everything they hadn’t last night.
He wanted to kiss herfinally. Again.
They were so damn close.
‘I mean, Estelle and Dot are in New Hampshire, and they need a ride home.’
‘What the hell are they doing in New Hampshire?’
Annie tossed aside his pillows and found the shirt and bra she'd apparently tucked under there last night and held them up triumphantly.
‘Your pants are still downstairs,’ he said with a smirk, and thanks to the fact that Annie had flung on the overhead lights as soon as she finished her phone call, Mac was treated to the sight of a delicious blush working its way up her neck and cheeks at the memory of what they’d done in his kitchen last night. He knew it was one he’d hold onto for a very long time.
‘Right,’ she said, clearing her throat, tucking her clothes under one arm and marching out of his room like a woman on a mission. Mac grinned and followed her downstairs. Sure, he was pissed that their moment had gotten interrupted. He hadn’t felt that close to Annie in over a decade, but there was something about seeing her in her element that also got him off. So, he’d have to take that for now.
He found her in his kitchen scooping her jeans up off the floor.
‘Can you drive me home?’ she asked, turning to face him. ‘I figure I have time for a quick shower before I drive up there to get them.’
