Daddy in Disguise (Crescent Cove 7)

I nearly choked on my own very ordinary mustard-laden hot dog. At least I’d skipped the onions. “Excuse me?”

“Well,

not literally, just in that general area. You know how people are in this town. Hornier than drunk bunnies. Plus, she was already knocked up, so there’s that.”

I took another bite and chewed as I tried to imagine the level of detail Ivy had shared with Macy—because I knew it was far more than Macy was letting on—and if I’d ever done similarly with my guy friends.

Nope, definitely not.

“Why are you shaking your head?”

“Do women share everything about sex?”

“Only if it’s not embarrassing.”

“Hmm.”

“If the guy sucks, it depends how much. Like if it’s just garden variety crappy, then that’s a gloss over and forget it story. If he’s really bad—like two-minute fireworks that sputter out all over your leg—then that’s probably also not a share. Unless the chick is a catty bitch. Why?”

I blew out a breath. “I’m sorry I asked.”

Macy flashed a grin. “Scared?”

“No. I have no reason to be. But I do have a daughter. And the closer she gets to her teenage years, the more afraid I become. I’ll probably start looking for a therapist soon.” I grabbed another of her fries. “Then again, that might happen after this date.”

She tossed a wadded-up napkin at me. “I was being straight with you. Isn’t that what men claim to want? No games, remember?”

“I definitely want no games. And I want you straight. And bent over. And sideways. And every other way in between.”

She lifted a brow. “Definitely a tease.”

“It’s not a tease if I deliver.”

“We’ll see. Hey, is that cotton candy?”

I grinned as I looked over my shoulder at the telltale plastic bags hanging from the eaves of the candy apple booth. “Should I be insulted you’re more interested in that than discussing my sexual appetite?”

“No, because you have no clue the kind of dirty things I can do with cotton candy and proper motivation.” She rose and dusted off her hands. “I’m going to get that blue one on the end before some bratty kid steals it. Want any?”

I was still stuck on inappropriate images of Macy with her mouth full of blue cotton candy—and other things. Christ.

I ran my hand down my face. “I’m good.”

“Sure about that?”

She was gone with a grin before I could reply.

Evil woman.

When she returned, she opened the bag and shoved a handful in my mouth before I had any warning. I laughed as I choked and swallowed, surprised that it was better than I’d expected.

Then she leaned down and gave me a quick, hard kiss, pulling back before I had a chance to enjoy it. “Thought I’d give the snoops something to talk about.”

“What snoops?” My head reeled a little as I glanced around. Okay, a few people were looking this way, but it was a busy place. Lots of couples and families roaming around.

“You haven’t seen all the stares we’ve been getting?”

“Uh, no, other than Beckett’s eyes popping out of his head at the sight of you.”