“Lighten up. You're a beautiful woman, he's gorgeous in a rough, sexy way. Have some fun, girl.”
“I'm a mother, for pity’s sake,” Macy couldn't stop the thud of her heartbeat. “I don't have fun.”
Branna raised a brow.
“With men,” she added.
“Well you should, and I'm only suggesting a little harmless flirtation, Macy. Not stripping him naked and jumping him.”
Macy groaned as she cupped her hands over her ears. Branna pulled them away.
“You have not taken a vow of chastity, and it would do you good to understand that you are a beautiful, intelligent, and incredibly talented young woman, Macy. Perhaps Brad Gelderman could be the one to start making you aware of that fact.”
“He’s Ethan’s brother, Branna!”
“And here for a brief visit, and I stress the word brief. It’s the perfect opportunity for you, and don’t you dare try to tell me you don’t think he’s hot.”
“He’s hot,” Macy admitted.
“And totally into you.”
“We’re not teenagers, Branna. I’m a responsible parent, I can’t just go….” Macy waved a hand about.
“Flirting, having fun, talking dirty with a hot guy?”
“Have you been drinking?” She studied her friend’s eyes, but they seemed clear.
“What would Dr. Milo say to you right now if you told her you’d seen a guy who lit your fuse?”
“Will you stop that.” Macy looked around her again, but no one was listening.
“Prude.”
Macy sighed. “Loath as I am to admit this to you as it will only urge you on, but Dr. Milo told me to start dipping my toes in the water again.”
“As in, talk, flirt, and have fun with hot guys like one Brad Gelderman?”
Macy nodded.
“Well there you go then, and quite frankly, if I didn't have the hottest man in Howling warming my bed and I could get Brad Gelderman to nibble my toes, I'd be a happy woman.”
Oh God,Macy thought, looking to where he sat.So would I be.
Chapter 3
There was something sexy about that little bridesmaid, Macy, that made Brad’s blood pressure spike. He had this weird feeling in his chest, a sensation that he couldn’t seem to identify, and it wasn’t all attributed to seeing his family again.
The dress she and the others wore was pink, the soft baby doll color. It was fitted up top with a flirty hem that sat a few inches above her knees, exposing shapely legs. She was small and lush with serious curves that a man could get lost in. Her hair was loose and hung below her shoulders and she had one side pushed back with flowers.
“So what’s the deal, Brad. You’ve changed since we last saw you.”
Brad dragged his eyes from Macy reluctantly and looked at his sister.
“It was time for me to change, Hope.”
“And that’s it, we don’t get any other explanation. Just, it was time?”
Last time he’d seen his sister, he’d been blind drunk at a party where her husband, who was also a Texan oil man, had been receiving an award. They hadn’t spoken since.
