Page 25 of Homecoming Heartbreaker

“They are perfect for each other. I am so glad he’s home. She needs him and he desperately needs her.”

Giada put herself between Jameson and his children. Because Molly was, in every way that counted, his. She lifted a finger and poked him in the chest, sending ribbons of electricity skating over his skin. “Do not interfere. They are adults and are perfectly capable of making their own choices and decisions.”

Sure, but where was the fun in that? “I have no problem nudging them,” Jameson replied.

“No nudging,” Giada warned as Molly and Mack called out their greetings. As they approached, Giada sent him a victorious smile and turned to face his visitors.

Before he could greet his son and the woman he hoped would one day be his daughter-in-law, Giada spoke again. “I’m so glad you are here. I need help.”

Molly bent down to kiss his cheek and when she stood up, she kept a hand on his shoulder. She looked at Giada and nodded. “What do you need? What can I do?”

Giada handed him a smile that stopped his heart. It was sexy and sneaky. And savage. “You can help me search the house for Jameson’s contraband cigars.”

Shee-it. Busted.

Six

Molly juggled the heavy files in her arms as they walked away from Jameson’s house and back toward Moonlight Ridge, Mack carrying a heavy box of ledgers and files like it was a box of light-as-air biscuits. When Giada offered to accompany Jameson on a slow, short walk through the wild garden and back, they’d raided his study for any paperwork relating to Moonlight Ridge. There had been more than they expected.

The man, Molly decided, was strong. Like pick-me-up-and-haul-me-away strong. And yep, she was having a few fantasies of him doing exactly that. Preferably when they were both naked.

Molly dropped back a step to eye his exceedingly nice ass. Unlike so many men’s butts, his wasn’t flat; nor was it too round. It was just, well,perfect. His broad shoulders and muscular back told her that he wasn’t a stranger to working out and his long, muscular thighs reminded her that he’d been, back in the day, an excellent swimmer.

Her teenage boyfriend was now a hot, sexy, powerful man. And he still managed to set her panties on fire.

Shouldn’t that ship have sailed, had a mutiny, burned out and been scuttled? But no, it seemed not.

Because his butt, his entire body, just did it for her.

Mack stopped abruptly and spun around to look at her. “Are you checking out my ass?” he demanded.

Oops, busted.

Molly made a show of juggling the files in her arms. “Just trying to get a better grip on these.”

Mack’s eyes danced with amusement and she caught a brief flash of bright white teeth behind his blinding smile. “Liar, you weresochecking me out.”

“So checking me out...”Molly mimicked him. “You sound like a teenage girl.”

“Maybe, but I’m still waiting for you to disagree.”

Molly scowled at him. “Okay, princess, your ego obviously needs a bit of stroking.” Her next words gushed out as she tried to imitate an over-the-top teenager. “O! M! G! You are so hot! Do you work out? Can I get your autograph? You are sooooo cute. Can I try and bounce a coin off your butt?”

Mack laughed at her, amusement making him look ten years younger. Molly stared at him, her heart thumping, as she saw, for the first time, the laughing boy she remembered. Yeah, there he was... Mack. Her friend. The boy who’d introduced her to love.

Hello...

Mack’s smile faded as he tipped his head to the side. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Like how?”

“Like you are seeing me for the first time.”

Ah, because maybe she was? Molly ignored his question and resumed walking, her arms burning. “So how do you keep that fabulous bod in great shape?” she asked, still curious. “Do you still swim?”

“No.” Molly saw a flash of embarrassment hit his features and wondered what he was hiding.

“Running? Gym? Weights?”

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