Bryce climbed between the crisp sheets of his king-sized bed and stared into the darkness as he debated if he'd made the right choice by doing an about-face the second he saw Markie step through the back door of O'Malley's earlier. Odd, he'd come through the front door at the very same moment. Even though he'd declined Lori's offer, something caused him to quit working on his house an hour earlier, clean up, and walk to O'Malley's.
When he closed his eyes Markie's angelic face, sprinkled with those sexy, reddish-brown freckles, appeared on the back of his eyelids. Her hair had looked different tonight. Made-up. Soft, shiny red curls framed her face. And her clothes. The short, hot-pink skirt was not the attire she normally wore. The sight of her pale, shapely legs, and pink painted toena
