He needed to figure out how to get under her skin.
With a grin, Mac settled back in the booth and, for the first time in hours, relaxed.
Chapter 13
Lily wasn’t exactly sure what Sal and Blair were saying. Were they still talking about the staff needed for the following weekend? Or had they moved on to decorations?
No. Sal had nothing to do with decorations—he was donating his staff for the evening. Decorations were on Lily’s list, and they’d already discussed them.
Okay. Focus.
The mayor’s gala was less than a week away, and with so much to think about, Lily didn’t need a distraction like the one sitting across the bar from her. She’d been insane—that was it. Temporarily insane to even consider getting involved with Mackenzie Draper right now. Especially considering she had to leave for Boston in the morning. She needed her head screwed on tight for that one.
“Right, Lily? We’re good to go on that issue?” Blair asked.
Lily nodded absently, eyes on the floor as she tried to process the depth of her reaction to Mackenzie Draper. She’d felt his gaze as if he had touched her. As if he had slipped his hands around her body and drawn her up close against him.
God, she could feel his heat wrapped around her—could feel his fingers deep inside her. Squirming on the barstool, she swiveled back around, heart beating faster than a drummer on crank.
“Hey, is everything alright?” Blair leaned his elbows onto the counter, and it was concern she saw in his eyes.
She nodded. “I’m fine. I just…I didn’t expect to see Mackenzie is all.” He’d called her earlier in the day, and when she’d told him that she had plans with Blair, he hadn’t seemed concerned.
Not even one little bit.
He’d told her that he was busy with his nephew anyway and they would catch up later in the week. They’re conversation had been very adult. There’d been no drama. No, “you can’t go out with Blair, you’re with me” kind of thing. There’d been no sexy innuendos about the hot interlude.
There. Had. Been. None. Of. That.
And maybe it was juvenile—which was funny considering she’d accused him of that very thing—but Lily was annoyed. She just figured there would be more of a reaction, considering they’d basically agreed to an exclusive, sexual relationship.
Mac had ended the call before she could tell him that she was leaving for Boston in the morning.
And that was that.
Until now.
Until his searing gaze had cut right through her jeans and settled between her legs. Holy. Hell. What was happening to her?
Blair studied her for a few moments. “We can discuss this stuff another night. I don’t mind.”
“No.” She shook her head. “We’ve only got a few more details to iron out, and since I won’t be back until Saturday, we need to finish it up. It’s fine.”
At the look in his eyes, she plastered a fake smile to her face. “I’m fine, really.”
“Well, we can leave if you want. Go someplace else. Someplace more quiet, with less”—he nodded toward the general area behind her—“people.”
“And miss out on wing night? Hell, no!” She grinned.
“Okay, so Miranda, Janice, and Kim can help out Saturday night along with everyone else. Is that all you needed from me?” Sal asked as he handed Lily a glass of red wine, a delicious cabernet/merlot blend he’d started to stock, specifically for her. He really was a sweetheart.
Lily glanced to Blair, and he nodded, shaking the bar owner’s hand. “Sounds good, Sal. Thanks for helping out. We appreciate it.”
Sal winked at Lily. “Well, when a beautiful woman asks.” He shrugged. “It’s hard to say no.”
Lily took a sip of wine, hypersensitive to the general area behind her. Or rather, the general area being the booth in the back corner where Mac was. She set her glass on the counter and reached for a chicken wing from the basket between her and Blair.
“Okay, so I just need to touch base with Mrs. Avery about the flower arrangements for the tables, and your secretary has the caterer in hand.” She tore at a piece of chicken, savoring the extra spicy sauce, and then frowned. “Did we ever confirm the DJ? I know the Las Vegas Revue was confirmed but…”