Page 32 of Lost in You (The Monroes 3)

“With the resort being a family affair anyway, it only makes sense,” Sophie added. “And if we keep putting it off, we’ll be in a nursing home before we actually find time to do this.”

Macy smiled and reached for her Chardonnay. “I think it will be perfect.”

“Now that all of that is settled, spill the scoop on what’s happening with Liam.” Sophie curled her feet beside her on the sofa and swirled her wine around in her glass. “And don’t say nothing.”

Macy cringed. What was there to say? They drove each other crazy, they fought, they kissed, and the cycle repeated. One of these days they were going to snap and most likely end up naked . . . hopefully together. Because if that didn’t happen soon, she was going to need to invest in her own punching bag.

“She’s quiet,” Cora whispered. “What’s her face look like? That will tell you everything.”

“I can’t tell if she’s smiling or sneering,” Sophie replied.

Macy couldn’t help but laugh as she finished off her wine. “I don’t even know what face I was making. I have too many emotions when it comes to Liam.”

“Really?” Cora asked, her brows raised. “Why don’t you share them and we can help you sort them all out.”

Part of Macy wanted to spill everything, but the other part of her wanted to keep whatever was going on with Liam to herself. She’d never been one to gossip about her dates, but Liam was different. They weren’t dating, or even having sex. They were simply driving each other crazy.

“There’s not much to tell,” Macy explained. She glanced to her empty wineglass and figured she’d better stop now. Even though she was at her own house, she might get too chatty if she had much more. “He’s quiet and easily irritated. I’m more outgoing and happy. We couldn’t be more opposite.”

“Yet you spent the night in his apartment,” Sophie added with a smirk.

Macy groaned, setting her glass on the old trunk she used as a coffee table. “That statement sounds extremely interesting, but the migraine I was nursing killed the evening.”

“I heard you were there because you weren’t feeling well.” Cora stretched her legs out onto the ottoman and crossed her ankles. Heidi slept obediently beside her chair. “I was hoping that wasn’t true. But still, Liam took care of you, right?”

Macy nodded, then remembered. “He did. He carried me upstairs when I—”

“Wait.” Cora held up a hand. “He carried you? Like an over the shoulder fireman’s carry or I’m the man in charge and taking you to my bedroom carry?”

Blowing out a sigh, and realizing she shouldn’t have even gone into details, Macy sank back against the couch cushions. Might as well get comfortable because she had a feeling this was going to be a long conversation.

“I was nauseous and he carefully took me upstairs.” No way was she about to admit she’d found herself in his bed. “He wouldn’t let me drive, so after I took my medicine I ended up falling asleep. When I woke up, he was already gone for work.”

Sophie’s eyes narrowed as she pursed her lips. “This may explain why he’s so irritable, then. He wants you, you want him, and nothing has been done. Or has it?”

“No,” Macy exclaimed, throwing her arms in the air. “We kissed once. That’s all.”

“A kiss?” Cora perked up. “When did this happen?”

“Wait.” Sophie held up a hand. “Why don’t you start from the day he moved in above Knobs and Knockers and give us a detailed timeline. I’m going to need more buffalo chicken dip and wine first. Can I get you guys anything?”

Macy groaned. “Maybe I should have another glass after all.”

Why not? At this point she wasn’t going to get out of this girls’ night without spilling her Liam secrets and she might as well finish off the bottle Cora had brought. Who knows, maybe the girls could offer some insight as to what move to make next, because she was at a loss when it came to Liam. He had her so confused and the only consolation she had was that he was just as messed up as she was when it came to what was going on.

“When you’re done grilling me I’d like to talk to you about a surprise party I want to throw for my dad,” Macy said when Sophie came back with a plate and full glass. “I need some quickie invitations printed and help spreading the word.”

Sophie eased back into her spot on the sofa and smiled. “Happy to help. Now, start at the beginning of life with Liam and leave nothing out. Be sure to use plenty of adjectives during the kissing part of the story.”

* * *

Five o’clock. Macy nearly wept as she checked the clock. Just as she rounded the counter to lock up, the bell over the door chimed and Tanner Roark stepped inside.

“Hey, Macy.”

Tanner’s smile spread across his face. The man was drop dead gorgeous in that southern boy charmer type of way. They’d gone out once, kissed twice, and that had been the beginning and end of their story. While Tanner was a great guy, she just didn’t feel anything toward him. Although she’d seen him in his uniform, since he was a new member of the police force, she still didn’t get any fluttering when she was with him.

“What brings you by, Tanner?” she asked, returning his smile.

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