It had been a long, tortuous day, and she suspected it had felt so horrible because she hadn’t allowed herself to run to Mack and just enjoy him. Not that they’d avoided each other. How could they? It was a small cottage filled to the brim with huge, selkie men. One couldn’t avoid any of them. But she’d gone out of her way to at least avoid excess conversation with him. Not that it mattered. He’d glared at her the whole time as if able to see under her clothes and under her skin. He knew she wanted him, and she could see he hated her fighting it. Thank God for Edan and Jamie running interference between them. Like her own family might, she thought with a wry grin. One day and they already felt like family. Of course, it had only been days with Mack, and she felt connected to him in a way she didn’t understand at all. Without his touch, her body might have been a glacier. Frigid and lonely and drifting. By the time night fell, Beth found she was craving an escape. Mack had made her body experience supernatural heights of ecstasy.
