Chapter Fourteen
Mac took his time getting to Lana. The sun was behind her, enfolding her in its warmth like a lover's caress. He wasn't jealous of the rays. He couldn't be. The way the light danced over her took his breath away.
Lana watched him too. Her lips parted. Her gaze widened slightly. Her nostrils flared. He'd seen that look in her eyes. It had been there the first time she'd noticed that he was more man than boy.
For much of their time together before that instance, Lana’s gaze had always been down, eyes darting over words on paper or pictures on a screen. But that summer day, she'd glanced up at seventeen-year-old Mac. Her pen had stopped moving over the pad. He'd seen that flicker of interest in her eyes, the one where a detail or fact had enthralled her.
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