Mac stayed long after the others were gone. Ignoring the slight chill in the early spring air, she kept her weight on the balls of her feet to prevent her expensive heels from sinking into the soft earth.
She stared down at the shiny new headstone.Some people simply deserve to die.
Those words had never rang truer than they did today.
“I liked you better as a brunette.”
Speaking of someone who deserved to die…
Mac turned to see Luca walking toward her, the slight limp in his stride filling her with smug satisfaction. Studying him from behind her dark sunglasses, she hated to admit the years had been surprisingly kind to the heartless prick.
At thirty-two, his tall, strong physique appeared even more muscular than she remembered. The subtle lines around his eyes and mouth wrote a story of a hard life. One of strength and character she knew to be fiction. Mac also noticed a few sprigs of gray imbedded throughout his jet-black hair that hadn’t been there before.
Those features, combined with his sharp cheekbones and square jaw, framed a strikingly handsome face. One she wanted to destroy with her bare fists.
“Luca.”
Smiling, the arrogant man slipped his hands into his pockets as though he didn’t have a care in the world.
“Eleven years and that’s all I get?”
Better than a KA-BAR to the nutsack, which was what shereallywanted to give him.
With a casual shrug, Mac gave him a sugary-sweet smile. “Looks to me like you’re still enjoying my last gift.”
A muscle in his jaw bulged. “Not a day goes by I don’t think about you.”
“Really? You haven’t crossed my mind at all.”
Not her conscious mind, anyway. Her nightmares were another matter altogether.
“Don’t be a bitch, Abigail.” His cold eyes purposely ran the length of her body and back up again. “It doesn’t suit you.”
The haunting words were a deliberate attempt to throw her off her game.
Times have changed, asshole.
“I go by Mac, now.”
Luca stepped closer, his voice turning low. A strong breeze rolled through, filling her nostrils with his musky cologne, nearly causing her to gag.
“Well,Mac. Why did you come back here?”
Like you don’t know.
Not ready to play her cards just yet, Mac ignored the question and went along with his little game.
“You look good, Luca. Better than the last time I saw you.”
“When was that again? It’s been so long, I can’t remember.”
“Don’t pretend to be stupid, Luca.” She smirked. “It doesn’t suit you.”
His bow-shaped lips curled. “You never answered my question, Abigail. Why are you here?”
“Why do you care?”
“Curiosity. After all, you did vanish off the face of the earth over a decade ago. All of a sudden, you show back up? Seems a little more than suspicious, don’t you think?”
