My heart cracks in half.
She’s never told me that.
In all these years, Macey Henwood has never showed me her hand around how she feels about her choice to be alone.
I stare at her like I’m seeing her for the first time. “You’ve always said you hate marriage and everything about it, but now you’re saying…that you’re tired of having a quota for intimacy?”
“Once a year with no bed, no dates, nothing but a truck or a barn, and I’m out of there as fast as possible.” She sighs. “Sometimes it’s exhausting.”
And I forget everything but right here, right now. Macey is all I see. She’s all I know.
I don’t know who moves first—if it’s me or if it’s her. But somehow, we end up so close together I can hear her breath coming in short gasps.
I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her against me. I suck in a breath as her lips come so close to mine I could trace them with my tongue. Her hands are hot, and their heat seeps through the back of my shirt. Her breasts press up against my chest, and as my jeans make contact with her belly, she no doubt feels the proof that her diary entry broke through the wall I’ve had to put between us all summer. I’m so turned on I have no rational thought in my head.
“You drive me so freaking crazy, Logan,” she says as I stare at her pink, sexy mouth. “So freaking out of my mind.”
I shift my gaze from her mouth to her eyes, studying her like I can decipher her heart. Her lips are a fraction away from touching mine, her tongue tantalizingly close to tasting…
When Mr. Henwood bursts into the room, Macey leaps back like a fire alarm just went off, and I exhale, realizing I’d been holding my breath.
“What is going on in here?” her father asks. “No one should be in the cell!”
“Riley and Blake locked us in here,” Macey says. “They thought they were being funny.”
“Good Lord.” Mr. Henwood shakes his head. “Let me get you out.”
As soon as he unlocks the cell, Macey stumbles out like she can’t get away from me fast enough.
I thank her father and make for the exit. Within a minute, I’m on my motorcycle and peeling away in the direction of the fishing hole.
Jesus. I almost kissed her.
I pull up to the fishing hole and sit by the water.
And my phone rings.
I would let it go to voicemail, but it’s Luke.
“Hey,” I say, trying to sound normal. “Everything okay?”
“Don’t you think I should be asking you that question?” he says.
I can hear commotion in the background. “Where are you?”
“In my office in the barn.” He curses. “The place is a mess.”
“You need help,” I tell him. “You’ve needed it for a while.”
“I know. But I hate inviting a stranger into the family business.”
“An assistant would be there to assist, not screw things up,” I say. “Maybe then you could actually have an hour to yourself now and again.”
“Maybe. So.” He lowers his voice. “You sound off. Did Macey find out?”
“No. I almost screwed everything up though.”
“You kissed her.”
