I'd hoped he wouldn't bring that up. "Don's different."
"How?"
"Well, for one thing. Don doesn't kiss me or wrap his arms around me." I stepped closer.
"I should hope not." Mack cast another look around the room like the answer might be hiding somewhere. Then his eyes landed on me and he tilted his head, finally seeing the dress. Seeing me.
Without a word, he reached across the space between us and pulled me into his arms.
It was a take-no-prisoners sort of kiss. No restraint. Heated. Mouth. Teeth. Tongue.
It was a lot. A whole lot. I couldn't relax into it. Couldn't just hand over the controls. It was wrong. It was all wrong. But I hung in there, hoping to be swept away by the heat of the moment. But there was no heat. Just a very uncomfortable, awkward me.
To his credit, he stoppe
