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wild as the wind picked up.
    Mac stared at her hungrily, his mind going places that he should stay away from, because his goddamn shorts were tightening up so badly, he was pretty sure Mrs. Lancaster, the pastor’s wife, could see wood from the other side of the damn fire.
    “Are you coming?” she said sharply as she headed into the dark.
    Mac turned on his heel.
    Boston didn’t have to ask twice.

Chapter 6
    Maybe Lily St. Clare was going crazy. There was no other explanation for it. She’d been drooling over Mackenzie Draper all day.
    All freaking day.
    Like a thirteen-year-old with a first crush, she’d studied him covertly for hours. Every. Single. Inch.
    Things that she’d not noticed the night they’d spent together were suddenly in focus. Mackenzie didn’t sport a six pack. Hell no. His abs were rock hard and more in the eight-pack range. He obviously hit the gym hard, and his butt…
    Good Lord, the man’s butt was made to be admired and touched and…
    She wasn’t even going to dwell on how good he looked shirtless, with all those tanned muscles and that indent just above his shorts.
    God, she’d licked that indent.
    More than once.
    She didn’t want to think about the tattoo on his bicep or the thin line of hair below his navel that made her eyes wander lower than they should. Or how his easy smile made every woman feel special when he looked her way. Heck, even Mrs. Lancaster, the pastor’s wife, had giggled like a little girl when Mac whispered something in her ear. He’d given the woman a quick hug, and she’d blushed so deeply, Lily had noticed it from several feet away.
    The woman was pushing seventy for Christ’s sake.
    Lily didn’t want to think about any of those things, except she couldn’t stop thinking about them.
    Mackenzie Draper was trouble with a capital T . He could break a girl’s heart—maybe even when that girl’s heart was frozen. In fact, he could smash what little bits of it were still left intact.
    So why the hell was she heading off into the shadows with him? What good could come out of this?
    Lily’s feet dug into the sand as she headed down the beach, out of range of the fire and most of the people on shore. Overhead, stars were just starting to twinkle, and out over the lake, the sun had set, shooting vibrant beams of red and gold over the horizon.
    It was beautiful. Peaceful.
    And nothing like what she was feeling inside.
    She kept walking, aware that he was only steps behind, and as she approached a pile of brush that had swept up onto shore, she paused, welcoming the cool wind off the lake as it rolled over her body.
    God, she was hot. And bothered. And confused.
    He stopped inches from her back and was so close that she felt the heat from his body. So close that his earthy, fresh scent filled the air around her.
    The guy had been out in the sun all day. He’d played a hard-fought game of touch football and didn’t have any business smelling as good as he did.
    And even though it was childish, the first thought to enter her mind was that it wasn’t fair. And somehow wrong.
    Suddenly irritated, Lily exhaled a deep breath and turned around.
    Don’t look into his eyes.
    But of course, it was the first thing she did, and boom , there went that damn horde of butterflies in her stomach. They flew and dove, and man, did they make her feel woozy. Mouth dry, she held on.
    Get a grip, St. Clare.
    Luckily, years of hiding behind a mask of indifference saved her, and she crossed her arms over her chest, arched an eyebrow, and was able to manage a sentence without sounding like an idiot.
    “Five minutes is all I got, so what’s so important?”
    “Mac,” he said without skipping a beat, his eyes smoldering.
    “What?”
    “My name is Mac. I want to hear you say it.”
    Surprised, Lily took a moment. “That’s it? You want to hear me say your name?”
    He nodded and leaned closer. It took everything in Lily for her not to shrink away. For her to remain still as his