“The owners of this place, the Harris family, had a member try out for the Packers years ago, and Howlers have supported them ever since. We’re loyal that way.”
“You’re messing with me?”
“No, it’s just the way of things here.” Macy shrugged. “Like you probably support the Longhorns.”
“I did, but haven't in many years.”
“Well it’s never too late, even if it is a loser’s team.”
He may have her strung tighter than banjo wire, but she could still hold a meaningless conversation. Macy was good at those, and had perfected them when she’d been married.
The side of his mouth kicked up as he looked at her, those blue eyes running over her face. The man had no right to be that good-looking, Macy thought. He even smelled nice.
“I do believe those are fighting words, Miss Macy.”
She managed a snort. “I don’t think that would be a fair fight.” She was proud she’d managed to stop her voice from squeaking.
His smile was slow and his drawl thick. “Now, honey, there’s plenty of ways to settle an argument without violence.”
Oh God, she was about to dissolve in to a puddle of need at his feet.
“I’m sure, and equally sure you’ve had plenty of experience in that field. Now please excuse me, I need to see to my son.”
Cursing herself for sounding uptight, Macy forced herself to walk away slowly and not run like the voice inside her head was screaming at her to do.
Walking through the open doors off the dining area, Macy found Billy seated beside Declan and Mikey with a plate of food before him. He was talking to Ellen Todd, the local teacher, who was having a thing with Declan that no one was meant to know about, but did.
“Hey there, big boy.” She stood behind her son, feeling calmer now she was no longer alone with the man who did disturbing things to her body.
“I got cake!”
“I can see you do, Billy, and I’m not sure how considering the wedding cake hasn’t been cut.”
“Noah had some, so he made him a plate. Hope that’s okay, Macy?”
“Sure, and thanks for watching him, Declan.”
“Jake just told me that's Brad Gelderman.” Branna had moved to Macy’s side. “But considering what I know about him, I find that hard to believe.”
“It is.”
“I thought he’d have horns after Annabelle’s description, not look gorgeous.”
She absolutely refused to look for him. This had to stop now.
“Yes, he looks like Ethan, don't you think?”
Brad walked into her line of sight and took a seat beside his sister. His eyes moved over the guests and settled on her.
“Wow,” Branna whispered. “I think I just got burned by that look, and it wasn't even aimed at me.”
“What?” Macy dragged her eyes from Brad. Her heart was thumping, body melting, and her breasts felt tight suddenly. What the hell was the matter with her?
“Brad Gelderman is totally into you, Macy, and quite frankly he's one hell of a hunk of sexy male.”
“Branna!” Macy looked at Billy and Mikey, but luckily they were engrossed in making a paper plane out of a place card. “I can't believe you said that.”
Her friend smiled, a sweet, wicked smile.
