Page 161 of The Games We Play
Boone is going to blindfold you. The next part is a surprise.
See you soon, Trouble.
—Mac
My breath caught.
This was really happening.
My attention snapped to Boone, who now held a black blindfold between his fingers, letting it dangle like a challenge.
“Time to get your man,” he said with a grin, then stepped behind me and gently wrapped the fabric around my eyes. The world went dark.
Boone’s hand found mine, firm and steady, guiding me toward a waiting truck. I didn’t know if he or Rhodes would be driving, it didn’t matter. My heart was pounding so loud I could hear it in my ears. As I sank into the passenger seat, one leg bounced uncontrollably with anticipation.
I stayed quiet for the entire ride, lost in thought, spinning through every possibility of what Mac was planning in the end. Boone didn’t ask any questions. He knew exactly what this was, where we were going. That much was clear.
There was only one place that made sense.
Cassidy Ranch.
The first night I’d met Mac one-on-one had been at a bonfire there with Aspen and Theo. We’d flirted, joked, connected in a way that felt simple and magnetic. From that moment, it had been nothing but tension until the day we finally gave in.
And now here I was, blindfolded in a truck, following clues in a romantic scavenger hunt planned by the man Iloved.
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Ilet out a breathy laugh, dropping my head between my shoulders and shaking it in disbelief.
The truck slowed, then came to a stop. A second later, the door opened and fresh air rushed in against my flushed skin. Two hands reached for mine and carefully helped me to the ground.
I followed blindly, one tentative step at a time, my pulse thrumming with every movement.
“Where are we?” I whispered.
“You’ll see soon,” Boone replied, his voice cryptic.
We walked for what felt like forever—boots on gravel, the rustling of grass underfoot, the smell of something sweet lingering in the air—until he stopped and gently let go of my hand.
In his place, a new warmth wrapped around me. Familiar. Immediate. I smiled before he even spoke.
“Hi,” I breathed.
“Hi, Penelope,” Mac said, and God… his voice. That low, husky rasp sent butterflies tumbling through my stomach.
He led me forward a few more steps before stopping.
“Ready?” he asked, his voice thick with emotion.
I nodded eagerly. “Yes,” I laughed, barely able to contain myself.
Mac released my hand, then slipped his fingers beneath the blindfold. Slowly, he lifted it away—and the second my eyes adjusted, I froze.
I had been right. We were at Cassidy Ranch.
But not at the bonfire.
