She ignored him. If she was gonna spend the morning in a pissy mood, the dog was going to have to wait.
The dog barked again and still she ignored him, her eyes on the brewing pot of useless coffee.
When Gibson barked for the third time, she whirled around and stomped toward the door, swearing and using every nasty-ass word she’d ever learned. She yanked open the door.
And then froze as she stared up into clear green eyes.
Clear green eyes that were staring at her in amusement.
Clear green eyes that were attached to the sexiest man alive.
Mackenzie’s hair was combed back, the ends damp at his collar as if he was just fresh out of the shower. Judging from the clean, fresh scent that drifted in the air, that was a pretty good bet. He hadn’t bothered to shave, but then the stubble on his chin and jaw added a sexy, dangerous edge to him.
He was dressed casually, although no jeans today. A crisp, white button-down shirt open enough to show off a bit of skin and rolled up his forearms. Paired with green cargo pants that fit his long legs very nicely and heavy boots, he was incredibly male.
Incredibly hot.
“Like what you see?”
Her eyes flew back to his and she scowled.
Incredibly arrogant.
“Someone got up on the wrong side of the bed.”
Lily opened her mouth, a biting retort on her lips, when she spied the bag in one hand and the tray of—“Is that coffee?”
Mackenzie nodded. “Are you going to invite me in?”
“Is that the only way I get my coffee?”
“Sadly, it is.”
“I take double cream and sugar.”
A slow grin curled his mouth. “I know.”
Lily hesitated—but only for a second—and then she moved out of the way, holding her breath as he walked into the house. He was so…vibrant.
It felt as if the house itself had shrunk.
She walked ahead of him into the kitchen and felt the heat of his gaze on her back. It was like a physical touch, and every hair on the back of her head felt as it was standing on end. Electrified. Alive.
“Tinker Bell?”
She whirled around, the countertop between them.
“What?”
Mac’s eyes crinkled. “Your pajama top.”
Lily’s eyes flew to her chest, and she bit her lip in an effort to eat the groan that sat at the back of her throat.
“I didn’t take you for a Disney princess kind of girl. Kind of pictured you as more of a Wonder Woman fan.”
“Technically, Tinker Bell isn’t a princess,” she mumbled.
“Boston, I don’t give a rat’s ass whether Tinker Bell is a princess or not. She looks hot flying across your chest.”