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Jay snorted, somehow managing to make it sound elegant.
“What about Mason?” she sniffed. “We went out a few times.”
“Mason doesn’t count.”
“Why not?”
Sympathy turned to pity. “Hate to break it to you, baby girl, but Mason bats for my team.”
“He does not!”
Jay smirked. “Mack, he has better fashion sense than Dee and likes to stick things up his ass.”
Mack flushed a deep rose and averted her eyes. “Lots of men like to, uh, experiment that way. Stimulating the prostrate during sex can be very pleasurable.”
Jay rolled his eyes. “Can you picture Mr. Tall and Yummy Detective sticking anything uphisass?”
Mack clamped her lips shut and reddened further. She refused to discuss Nick Benning or his really nice ass. Ever since she’d looked up to find the handsome detective in the office she hadn’t been able to get him out of her mind. Shemayhave even cast him a lead role in a late night fantasy or two. Typically, she tried to avoid incorporating people she had daily contact with into her private fantasies because it tended to make things weird, but Nick Benning was worth breaking a few unspoken rules for.
There was no way in hell she wanted anyone else to know, though. Not even Jay. Crushing on one of her clients would have to remain her dirty little secret.
“Seriously, Mack. Stop being an albatross and pull your head out of the sand.”
“Ostrich,” she mumbled, trying to pry her libidinous thoughts away from the detective’s fine male behind.
“What?”
“Ostrichessupposedly stick their head in the sand, not albatrosses... albatri? But even that’s not true. It’s a myth. I read this article in National Geographic...”
Jay gave her a withering look, the same one he gave her every time she started spouting useless geeky trivia. Mack wisely shut her mouth.
“All I’m saying is, it wouldn’t hurt to release some of your inner diva.”
“I think my inner diva was left behind in that spa, along with my dignity. There was screaming involved.”
Jay sighed and pulled her into another hug. “Ah, Mack, what am I going to do with you? Come on, let’s get you over to Marcus. He’ll get you all fixed up.”
“I’ll pass, but thanks for the offer.” Sliding carefully from her seat, Mack kissed his cheek before heading back toward her private bathroom to re-assess the damage.
With a mirror this time.
