Mac muttered under his breath as he pulled a few more leaves off the stems he held in his hand. Picking wildflowers had seemed like a pretty good idea earlier in the morning as he drank a second cup of coffee strong enough to peel paint and let the memories of the night before wash over him, his skin warming when some of the finer details came to mind. The Black-eyed Susans looked so pretty in the clearing out past the wood pile. Somehow, though, they weren’t quite coming together into the bouquet he had in mind. With a final oath Mac tossed the rough stems into the sink and swiped his car keys off the counter, glancing at the clock as he strode for the door. Eleven o’clock. They hadn’t exactly set a time, or a place, for lunch. For that matter, Amber hadn’t exactly agreed to meet him, either. But there was nothing Mac could do about that. He could try to track Amber down and collect on the lunch date, or he could head on in to work as though it was just another day, as though he hadn’t just spent one of the most amazing nights of his life.
