Lucie didn’t feel charmed, or lucky. For the third time the man of her dreams and the star of her feverish fantasies was driving her home just so she could watch him leave. What a nightmare. For the first time in a very long time, Lucie felt the full weight of her age and her past. It had been weighing down on her all summer long, and sitting next to MacCale in Boyd’s Bentley Heritage only made the burden more unbearable. She knew she hadn’t been her bubbly self at Boyd’s. She knew Mac had noticed because she had averted his inspection all night and concentrated on everything else besides the fact she wanted to both jump him and escape him. “You look well,” she said. He looked fantastic, the suit a perfect fit that complemented his natural athleticism. “Thanks. You look like maybe you are coming down with something.” She looked ghastly. How kind of him not to state the obvious. “I never congratulated you. On becoming an uncle again. Twice over, I heard.” “It’s great, isn’t it?”
