“Huh. Imagine that. I’m always worried about someone breaking into my apartment,” I say, following him into the house.
“Really?” Mac sets his bag down on the floor, then puts the water on the small kitchen table.
“I live in Brooklyn, and not the nice part either.”
“Sounds awful.”
“It’s not awful. It’s just not that safe. It has its perks.”
“Like what?”
“I’m right in all the action. Right in the center of the universe.”
“So New Yorkers think.” Mac opens the fridge and puts the bottles of water inside. The fridge is empty other than some condiments in the door, a couple of six-packs of beer, and a few bottles of white wine.
“Agree to disagree,” I answer, feeling irritation rise in my throat. No matter how drop-dead sexy this guy is, I seriously need to get off this island and back where all the normal people are. “You didn’t happen to find a phone or one of those old timey radios or anything here, did you?”
“Sick of me already?” He asks, looking amused.
He must be some type of mind reader. “No, just thinking about my family.”
Mac stops smiling and his face fills with concern, melting me just when I want to be annoyed with him.
“Right, of course you want to get to your family,” he says. “I’m afraid there’s no phone or H.A.M. radio. I have a feeling whoever owns this place comes here to completely escape.”
I walk around examining the kitchen, opening cupboard doors to see what we have to work with. “Bingo. Found a box of pancake mix.” I take it out and hold it up. “Just add water.”
“Nice,” Mac walks over and takes the box from me. “If you want, I’ll cook, you go shower. I turned on the hot water tank before I came back to get you, so the water should be ready by now.”
The thought of a shower and some soap sounds like pure heaven to me. I put on a teasing grin. “You just can’t stand the smell of me.”
“Not at all, you smell like daisies. I just thought you’d want one right away.”
“Liar. I reek.”
Mac chuckles. “I
’d still do you.”
My eyes pop out of my head and I watch as he looks a bit panicked. It’s the first time I’ve seen him anything other than cool as a cucumber.
“Sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.”
I laugh, then turn away from him and start toward the hall. “Don’t worry about it. A girl could use a little ego boost every now and then.”
“I’m sure you get compliments all the time.”
I turn back to Mac. “Not really.”
He shakes his head. “Well, that’s a crime. You should be complimented wherever you go.”
Chapter 6
Mac
I should not have said that. I need to stop hitting on Paige, no matter how much I want her. I hear the water turn on in the bathroom and my cock twitches at the thought of her naked on the other side of the wall. Trying to ignore the thoughts running through my brain, I mix up the pancakes and heat up the pan.
My mind should be on figuring out a way off this island, but at the moment, all I care about is eating some food and then maybe eating her. I can imagine the taste of her, she’d be sweet, I just know it. Like honey that I want to lap up with my tongue. Dammit, Mac, stop that! She’s too young and she’s not meant for you. You don’t need some high maintenance city girl with a ten-year plan. You need a nice laid back woman who’ll want to hang out once in a while without expecting anything.