But I did that because I didn’t want to worry anyone.Worrying the girls at work was bad enough, and that wasn’t my choice.If itwas, I wouldn’t have done it.
And I was Lottie Mac.I was a tough broad.I could handleanything.I’d been on my own and doing that for a long time.
Not to mention, I had Smithie.Hawk Delgado.His team.
And I had Mo.
“Yeah,” I admitted.“But I had Mo.”
Bad idea.
Hank looked to Mo and his gentle big brother expressionvanished.
“How about you go put some clothes on while we have a wordwith Mo,” Luke suggested.
Oh no.
“Luke—”
“Lottie,” Mo’s hand came again to the small of my back, “goget dressed.”
I looked up at him.“I’m not leaving you.”
“It’ll be okay.We have to have a chat,” he replied.
My spine snapped straight.“I’m not leaving you, Mo.”
“You need to put some clothes on,” he retorted.
“I’m practically wearing a smock,” I fired back.
“It’s sexyAFand not helping anything,” hereturned.
It was not.
Was it?
“It isn’t.”
“Lottie, I would know,” he pointed out.
“I would too, my eyes are burning,” Luke muttered.
“Babydoll nightie, Christ,” Vance bit out.
I looked down at myself.
Okay.
Maybe it was cute.
And a little hot.
I turned to the men.“You’ve seen me strip.All of you.”
Luke’s gaze bored into mine.“Don’t remind me.”
“I might hurl,” Hector mumbled to floor.
