Page 11 of Homecoming Heartbreaker

Molly blinked, shook her head and realized that Mack had stepped away from her, hurriedly yanking his blue button-down shirt over his shorts. Not knowing where she was or, frankly,whoshe was, Molly hauled in some air and tried to get her brain to fire up. As her eyes started to focus, she raised her eyebrows at Mack, who nodded to the kitchen door.

“Company,” he mouthed.

Blushing, then grimacing, Molly turned to look at the half-open stable door. Molly instantly recognized that dark head and the tiny frame. Giada worked for Jameson as a housekeeper at Moonlight Ridge years ago, and Molly hadn’t seen the tiny lady for far too long.

Her embarrassment forgotten, Molly hurried across the kitchen and opened the bottom half of the stable door and pulled Giada into a hug. After they separated, Molly kept hold of her hands. “Oh, it’s so, so good to see you.”

Giada raised her hand to hold Molly’s face. “Cara mia, you are so beautiful. And all grown up!”

“When did you get back to town?” Molly demanded, pulling her into the kitchen. “Are you still living with your sister in Florida?”

Grief skittered through Giada’s eyes. “She died a few months ago.”

“I’m so sorry,” Molly murmured. Hoping that her face was no longer bloodred, she gestured to Mack. “Obviously, you remember Mack?”

Mack bent down, and down, to kiss both of Giada’s cheeks. “It’s so good to see you, Giada.”

“Mack.” Giada ran her hands up and down his well-muscled arms. “My, my, you have grown into a beautiful man.”

Mack’s smile was wide and genuine and Molly’s traitorous heart flipped over. And over again. “Not as beautiful as you, gorgeous. As Molly said, it’s wonderful to see you.”

Giada’s eyes, filled with amusement, darted from his face to hers and back again. “You are being too kind. From what I saw, you two are probably cursing me to hell and back for interrupting.”

Molly winced. Giada never did beat around the bush when she could plow through it.

Mack slid his hands into his pockets. “I presume you are here to see Jameson?”

Right, judging by his inscrutable expression, no one would suspect that he’d just had his hand up and under her shirt. She had no doubt that someone half-blind could see that she’d been thoroughly kissed. Thoughkissedwas too tame a word for what they’d done...

Inhaled each othermight be a better description.

“I am. Is he up to visitors?” Giada asked.

Mack nodded. “He’s in his sitting room, down the hallway and on your left. I’m sure he’d be very glad to see you,” Mack stated. “We’ll join you in a few minutes.”

They both watched her walk away and when Molly was sure she was out of earshot, she forced herself to look at Mack. Feeling a little shaky, she pulled out a chair from the dining table and sank down onto its seat, dropping her head.

Holy, holy crap.

Molly heard Mack moving toward her and watched as he rested his hip against the table, not far from her head. He was too close and it gave her ideas...

Bad ideas...like reaching for his fly and picking up where they’d left off.

God.

Help.

Her.

“That shouldn’t have happened.”

Molly lifted her head to look up, stopping at his impassive expression. His eyes were shuttered and he looked like he was about to launch into a discussion about cash flows and profit margins. “Thank you, Captain Obvious,” Molly muttered.

“In case you are wondering whether we are going to pick up where we left off, that’s not going to happen,” Mack said, his voice cool but sharp. “I’m only here for a short time and I’m not looking for a relationship. I don’t do relationships. Hell, I barely do flings.”

Her mouth fell open, not quite able to believe the words he was spouting, that he could be so damn arrogant to assume that, just because he was here again, she wanted to dive back into his arms and bed.

She’d just kissed him, not proposed marriage or offered to have his babies...

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