She saw Mac’s nephew, Liam.
Mac’s nephew, who was standing off to the side, holding up what looked like the wet remnants of her dress. Mac’s clothes were in a wet pile in front of them. The kid shot them both a look and then nudged Michael. Both boys immediately started snorting and giggling, and the one she didn’t know pointed at Lily and then whispered something in Liam’s ear, causing another round of elbow nudging and giggles.
What the hell?
Jake chose that moment to join them, and if Lily didn’t think things could get worse, she was wrong. Boy was she wrong.
Jake nodded hello and walked over to them, his eyes darting over her head to Mac before he reached forward to tug up the neckline of the T-shirt. It was big on Lily and had slipped down, exposing her shoulder.
She glanced up, eyebrows raised in question, but Jake was glaring at Mackenzie. “Seriously? Hickeys? What are you, fifteen?”
Hickeys?
Oh God. An image of Mac at her neck, his mouth gliding, kissing…suckling filled her mind, and she peeked around Jake. The boys were still giggling.
Mac’s hand was warm on her shoulder. “Shove it, Edwards. I couldn’t help myself. She tastes too damn good.”
A new round of giggling filled the boathouse, but by this time, Lily had had enough. If this is what sleeping over at a guy’s place meant, then she was all for leaving in the middle of the night.
“Take me home, Jake.”
“Come on, Lily, hold on. I’ll take you home. Just let me get Liam set up so he can head out fishing with Cain and the boys.”
“You’re not going?” she asked, eyes on Liam, who was no longer paying attention to her wet dress. In fact, he’d tossed it and was staring at his uncle, expression unreadable. There was something kinda sad about the kid.
“I can catch up with them later.”
“No.” She stepped away from Mac. “I just need your keys so I can grab my things from your truck.”
“I have no idea where the extra key is and, well…” He pointed toward their wet clothes. “The other set isn’t were I left them.” He tried not to grin, but it was there…hovering around the corners of his mouth. The bastard was enjoying the whole thing.
“Fine,” she snapped. “You can get my stuff back to me when you find your keys.” She nodded to Jake. “Let’s go.”
“Lily, don’t be pissed,” Mac said.
“I’m not, Mackenzie. Don’t worry about it.”
Except she was, and she had no idea why. Shit happened, she got that, but something about the events of the morning had her all mixed up.
“Nice to see you again, Lily,” Cain said with a grin.
“You too,” she said, nodding at the other man before marching her butt out of the boathouse, clutching Mac’s boxers so tightly around her waist that her fingers began to cramp. Talk about a walk of shame. Hell, she gave the saying a whole new meaning.
She climbed into Jake’s truck, and when he got behind the wheel and turned to her, she cut him off before he could speak. “Not a word.”
It was the quietest ride home she’d ever had.
Chapter 20
Mac knew when a woman was pissed, mostly because, at some point, every woman he’d ever been involved with got pissed at him. It was pretty much par for the course. By the time they reached that point in their “relationship,” he was okay with it. Hell, he even welcomed it. Encouraged it.
Except that usually Mac knew the why of it. The reason for the attitude. The reason a woman would go home with a guy’s best friend instead of waiting for Mac to take her. There were the usual suspects.
He got hung up at the office and forgot to call.
He scheduled a meeting when he was supposed to hook up with them.
He spent too much time chatting up the hostess.