Page 49 of Seizing Mack
Kent shifted again, looking less smug and more uncertain than he had only moments earlier. His eyes flicked away, as if he’d just admitted something he shouldn’t have. Mack followed his eyes, saw a couple of his buddies looking their way. “How about going with me on Friday?”
She blinked, keeping her expression neutral while her heart thundered inside the walls of her chest. Surely, she had misheard. “Are you asking me on a date, Kent?”
“Yeah, I guess I am.”
“Why?” she asked before she could stop herself.
“Jesus, Mack,” he laughed somewhat uncertainly, shaking his head. “I should have known you wouldn’t make this easy.” When she continued to stare at him, he gave her a crooked smile. “All right. You’re not like everyone else, okay? I’m intrigued. I want to know more about you, other than the fact that you can kick the ass of pretty much everyone in here, including me.”
Mack didn’t know what to say to that. Was he kidding? She stared up at him, waiting for the ‘Ha! Gotcha!’ or the ‘I’m just messing with you, Mack’ that, after one really long, awkward silence, didn’t come.
Kent was the first to break eye contact. “You know what? Forget it. I’m sorry I—"
“Okay,” she said quickly.
“What?”
“I said okay. I’ll go with you on Friday.”
Surprise etched his features before turning into a grin. “All right then. Pick you up at seven?”
She nodded. “Sure.”
Mack grabbed her towel and made her way to the locker room, shocked by the events of the last few minutes. What the hell had she just gotten herself into?
