her feet. “I thought we agreed not to embarrass her—until after she forked over the number for her cover model.” His blue eyes sparkled and the dimple in his cheek deepened. He raked his hand through his sun-kissed blond hair. “That Gerard is one fine-looking hunk of man.”
“You’re right.” Berto faked a pout and tapped his bottom lip with his index finger. “We’ll get the number and then leave her high and dry.”
“I’m glad I have you two to make me laugh. Part of me wants to run screaming back to the truck. The rest of me wants to show Mason High I’m not the mousey girl they all remember.” Macy linked arms with her friends. “Were you already in there? Why’d you come back out? Is it that bad?”
“We came out here hunting for you and hoping to God you didn’t bring Will.”
She cringed, but hid her discomfort under a broad smile. “He’s history.” And about damned time.
“Thank God.” Berto squeezed her hand. “Your ex was an asshole. If I’d have known the shit he did to you, I’d have ripped his junk off with my bare hands.”
“And fed it to the piranhas at the zoo,” Remi added.
“Good ideas, but let’s forget him. I have. Tonight’s for celebrating, so why don’t you lead me in, wine me, dine me—but don’t you dare leave my side. The confident side of me can’t wait to show them how I’ve changed, but the deep-down, timid part of me doesn’t want to be here.”
“No one wants to be here—except Faith, Mari Ellen and Stafford Green. He’s bald and not the tower of muscle he used to be.” Remi snorted. “Which is why we’re on you like glue. Who wouldn’t want to be seen with the premier erotica author of this century? Although, if Connolly makes a move, then we’ll let him ravish you.”
“He’s here, you know. We scoped out the scene before you got here,” Berto added. “And he looks mighty tasty.”
Macy stopped cold. “There are days when I don’t like having you two as friends. You love to cause trouble.” She released Remi’s arm. “I embarrassed myself all those years ago. I can’t freaking look Tanner in the eye now, knowing he remembers and knowing Stafford is here. He treated me like shit.” Her hands trembled as she wiped them on her skirt. “Actually, I hope they don’t remember me. I was so naïve and clueless in high school. This is a chance to make a better impression.”
Just the mention of Tanner Connolly sent a shiver through her bones and a slow thrum to her core. Could he still look tasty, as Berto had suggested? She had longed to thread her hands in his charcoal hair and press kisses to the apples of his cheeks. She shook her head. Visions of her failed attempt to ask Tanner for a date during their senior year came to mind. In private, he’d talked about dating her and said he saw a future for them—together. He had been one of the few people to be nice to her during their high school career. Seemed like ages ago.
Despite her attempts to tamp it down, lust surged in her body and her nipples beaded. She still fantasised about him after all these years and wondered what might have been different if they’d got together. She stopped walking and planted her feet on the tiled floor. Back then, he’d acted foolish in front of his friends. He’d seemed so sweet and attractive on his own, but as soon as his football buddies showed up, he’d succumbed to the peer pressure. Wouldn’t those same jock friends be at the reunion?
Did she really care?
“I suppose you could hide in a hole to avoid the assholes on the football team.” Berto tipped his head. “But then why would you want to if you can dance with the hunks before you?” He spread his arms in an expansive gesture between himself and Remi. “Come on, we should head to the auditorium.”
Lusty thoughts be damned—she wasn’t about to let Tanner melt her carefully constructed defences and Stafford had no real bearing on her life. Macy twined her fingers
“You’re right.” Berto faked a pout and tapped his bottom lip with his index finger. “We’ll get the number and then leave her high and dry.”
“I’m glad I have you two to make me laugh. Part of me wants to run screaming back to the truck. The rest of me wants to show Mason High I’m not the mousey girl they all remember.” Macy linked arms with her friends. “Were you already in there? Why’d you come back out? Is it that bad?”
“We came out here hunting for you and hoping to God you didn’t bring Will.”
She cringed, but hid her discomfort under a broad smile. “He’s history.” And about damned time.
“Thank God.” Berto squeezed her hand. “Your ex was an asshole. If I’d have known the shit he did to you, I’d have ripped his junk off with my bare hands.”
“And fed it to the piranhas at the zoo,” Remi added.
“Good ideas, but let’s forget him. I have. Tonight’s for celebrating, so why don’t you lead me in, wine me, dine me—but don’t you dare leave my side. The confident side of me can’t wait to show them how I’ve changed, but the deep-down, timid part of me doesn’t want to be here.”
“No one wants to be here—except Faith, Mari Ellen and Stafford Green. He’s bald and not the tower of muscle he used to be.” Remi snorted. “Which is why we’re on you like glue. Who wouldn’t want to be seen with the premier erotica author of this century? Although, if Connolly makes a move, then we’ll let him ravish you.”
“He’s here, you know. We scoped out the scene before you got here,” Berto added. “And he looks mighty tasty.”
Macy stopped cold. “There are days when I don’t like having you two as friends. You love to cause trouble.” She released Remi’s arm. “I embarrassed myself all those years ago. I can’t freaking look Tanner in the eye now, knowing he remembers and knowing Stafford is here. He treated me like shit.” Her hands trembled as she wiped them on her skirt. “Actually, I hope they don’t remember me. I was so naïve and clueless in high school. This is a chance to make a better impression.”
Just the mention of Tanner Connolly sent a shiver through her bones and a slow thrum to her core. Could he still look tasty, as Berto had suggested? She had longed to thread her hands in his charcoal hair and press kisses to the apples of his cheeks. She shook her head. Visions of her failed attempt to ask Tanner for a date during their senior year came to mind. In private, he’d talked about dating her and said he saw a future for them—together. He had been one of the few people to be nice to her during their high school career. Seemed like ages ago.
Despite her attempts to tamp it down, lust surged in her body and her nipples beaded. She still fantasised about him after all these years and wondered what might have been different if they’d got together. She stopped walking and planted her feet on the tiled floor. Back then, he’d acted foolish in front of his friends. He’d seemed so sweet and attractive on his own, but as soon as his football buddies showed up, he’d succumbed to the peer pressure. Wouldn’t those same jock friends be at the reunion?
Did she really care?
“I suppose you could hide in a hole to avoid the assholes on the football team.” Berto tipped his head. “But then why would you want to if you can dance with the hunks before you?” He spread his arms in an expansive gesture between himself and Remi. “Come on, we should head to the auditorium.”
Lusty thoughts be damned—she wasn’t about to let Tanner melt her carefully constructed defences and Stafford had no real bearing on her life. Macy twined her fingers
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