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

Mac took a second. “Have you talked to her since yesterday morning?”

Jake shook his head. “Nope. You?”

“No.”

Jake’s eyes narrowed. “You didn’t call her?”

“Of course I called her. Geez, I’m not an asshole.” Wait. “Her landline still works, right? I mean, I called Raine’s old number because I still have her cell in my truck.”

Jake nodded. “Yep. It works.”

At Jake’s raised eyebrows, Mac frowned. “Well, I called her over and over and got the goddamn voice mail every time.”

Jake clapped Mac on his shoulder a wide smile on his face. “Never thought I’d see the day when a woman had you all tied up.”

Before he could reply and tell Jake it wasn’t like that—he was just a little worried that he’d pissed her off—his cell buzzed and vibrated. Mac grabbed it from his pocket and damn if his heart didn’t speed up when he saw Raine’s name and number—except it was Lily. It had to be Lily.

“I need to take this,” he murmured.

“Sure. You’ve got five minutes,” Jake said before walking away.

Mac turned away from the men and took the call.

“Mackenzie?”

Just the sound of her voice was enough to wipe away the tension that stretched across his shoulders, and he found himself grinning like a goddamn idiot. Good thing Jake was behind him or he’d get the wrong idea.

“Boston.”

For a moment there was silence.

“I thought I might bring dinner over tonight.”

He thought of the casserole his mom was dropping by and hesitated. Shit.

“That’s if you want me to.” Her voice had that husky tone that shot right through him, and all those muscles that had been relaxed were suddenly tense and hard.

“Of course I want you to. I tried calling you yesterday, Lily, but you didn’t pick up.” He took a few steps, ran his free hand through his hair, and glanced over to where Jake was grinning at Mac as if he was a fucking idiot. So much for him not getting the wrong idea.

“I know, I was…I had stuff going on, and well, I didn’t mean to leave like that either.”

He stopped pacing. “So we’re good?”

“We’re good. I’ll be over around six?”

“Four.” Hell, if he could swing it he’d be home by three. He was heading toward Jake in strides. “I can’t wait until six. Let yourself in. The place is open.”

“You left your house unlocked?” She sounded shocked.

“It’s Crystal Lake, Boston.”

“Well, you locked your truck the other night.”

“That’s because my favorite CDs were inside.”

“That doesn’t make any sense.”

“I expect it doesn’t, but to any other guy it would.”