The Day He Kissed Her (Bad Boys of Crystal Lake 3)

Lily could only nod because she didn’t have control of her vocal chords just yet.

“I have to go out to the site and meet Jake.”

“Okay,” she managed to reply, eyes on the floor, cheeks burning beneath his gaze.

“Hey,” he said gently, forcing her chin up. “I didn’t come here for this. I want you to know that. I really only wanted to bring your coffee.” He grinned, an infectious kind of thing that gave Lily a glimpse into what he must have looked like as a young boy.

It made her heart turn over.

And maybe she should have paid attention to that reaction, but she didn’t. How could she? Mackenzie Draper was utterly charming and totally engaging.

“But there’s something insanely hot about you, and I’m sorry if I got carried away.”

She cleared her throat. “It’s alright,” she said softly. “Breakfast is the most important meal of the day.” She licked her lips. “I really enjoyed mine this morning.”

“Glad I could be of service.” He grinned and swooped in for one last kiss before stepping back. “What are you doing tonight?”

Tonight. Crap. There was something tonight, but for the life of her, Lily couldn’t remember what it was.

“I think I have something…I—”

“Cancel whatever it is. I’ll call you later.”

With one more brush of his lips across hers, Mackenzie left, and it wasn’t more than a minute later that Lily remembered what it was she had on for her Monday evening.

Unfortunately, she couldn’t cancel.

And she had a feeling Mackenzie wasn’t going to like the fact that her Monday evening involved dinner with Blair Hubber.

Chapter 12

“Okay, boys. Let’s pack it up.”

Mac tossed his old, worn, falling-apart ball glove onto the bench and directed the four kids fooling around in the dugout to head back onto the field and retrieve the bases. He watched as the tallest one, Finn Bigelow, put Maggie’s boy into a headlock instead.

He glared at the boy, but he was too busy trying to overpower Michael and his grunts only grew louder. The other two boys took one look at Coach Draper and didn’t have to be told twice. They hightailed it out of the dugout, glancing over their shoulders at Finn.

“Bigelow!” Mac’s voice was sharp, and since he’d been a bit of a bastard for the entire practice, he wasn’t surprised when Finn dropped Michael like a hot potato and turned to Mac, shoulders hunched, a wary look in his eyes.

“Ah, sorry, Mac—” He gulped. “I mean, Mr. Draper. I didn’t…” The kid tossed a furtive look toward Michael. “We were just fooling around.”

“I can see that,” Mac replied. “Now get your butt out there and stow those bases in the shed.”

“Yes, sir.”

“And when you’re done, I want twenty laps around the diamond.”

Finn looked taken aback and glanced at his cohorts, but they were already heading out to the field.

“Okay,” the kid said weakly and followed Michael and the other two out onto the field.

“Jesus,” Cain said. “This isn’t football.”

Mac shrugged and drained his water bottle before tossing it into the bin beside the bench. “That kid bugs me.”

“No shit. Seems as if everyone was bugging you tonight.”

Mac glanced at Cain and scowled. It’s not like he could deny it. He’d been in a pissed-off mood since noon. He’d snagged Lily’s cell number from Jake’s and gave her a call, thinking a nice boat ride and maybe a late dinner at his cottage sounded really good.