Mac changed shirts and pulled on his kutte, wishing he could have stayed at Elyse"s house. For the first time in longer than he cared to remember, there was something he wanted more than he wanted to keep Tuck happy. Still, he didn"t want to end up on the prez"s s**t list, so he was doing as he was asked. Being on Tuck"s s**t list would only cost him more in the long run. Time that he might be able to talk his f*****g hot neighbor lady to spend with him.
He tucked the .45 ACP he kept holstered in the small of his back, back into the holster, flipped the edge of the kutte over it so it didn"t show and headed back out to his bike. He was wasting time and he knew it.
On the road, he let his time with Elyse replay through his mind, the sultry sway to her hips when she walked. The light, swe
