She ducked her head in case her thoughts were written on her face.
"It's...nothing for you to look at," she stammered, pressing the Velcro tab on the bag closed and setting it on the ground beside her chair. She needed to get something to clean up the spilled wine, but somehow she couldn't make herself move. Her body seemed disconnected from her brain.
"You look like you need a little help," Mack teased. "Hang on."
He vaulted lightly over the fence, pulling a rag from his back pocket as his feet touched the lawn and jogging over to where she sat. In seconds he had the wine blotted up and tossed the rag aside. Alix thought he'd say something else smartass then go back to his own yard, but instead he sat down on the side of her lounge chair, facing her.
"Thank you. I'm not usually so clu
