Shane asked, concern lacing his words. “You’ll see. It’s heading this way,” Amanda said, a little too amused for my liking. I whirled my head away from her and back toward where Max had been standing. Only he wasn’t standing there anymore. He was on the move . . . right for us. I took him in as he took deliberate, confident steps. He was wearing a white dress shirt, the top two buttons undone, sleeves rolled up, coupled with gray slacks. God really outdid himself when he created Max. I shook my head softly, needing to wipe those thoughts from it. I had to sober up. Fast. Max sidled up to us and stuffed his hands in his pockets, making him look even hotter, which I didn’t think was even possible. “Hey, Lily.” A genuine, but tentative smile overtook his lips. Ugh, this is bad.
